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Today I posted the story "When the Time is Right," which is set along Florida's Gulf Coast at a time not too long ago but before the devastation caused by Hurricane Michael. There was much destruction in the little town of Port St. Joe. The hotel and the little cabins where Chad and Charlene stayed were badly damaged. Down the road to the west, just beyond the line where time changes from Eastern to Central, the town of Mexico Beach, where Chad and Charlene found the little diner and the friendly waitress, was all but obliterated.
We are staying in this New Year's Eve. But that doesn't mean we won't celebrate. Some after dinner dancing. The theme: barefoot in the bathroom and beyond. Emma prepares by dabbing a touch of my precum on her clit and around her nipples. Then she gathers a tiny splash of her own moisture and applies it just above my upper lip. My favorite kind of mustache.
Happy New Year, SOLers.
An illustration at
https://mmtwassel.wixsite.com/stories/new-years-eve-2020
I have to wonder how readers' views about the quality of a story can be so widely divergent. This morning I posted "Learning Curves" and within a few minutes there were several hundred downloads and a dozen votes. Every score from 1 to 10 got at least one vote except for 7, with 3, 6, and 9 getting two votes each. This vote spread is pretty typical of the stories I've posted in recent days.
I've put the crayon drawings Annie did as they appeared in the story "Buffalo Gals" on my Wix page.
https://mmtwassel.wixsite.com/stories/buffalo-gals
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