Tribal
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Renate and David begin clearing the land. The hot day and har work sends them to the cold stream to cool off and consider their next move.
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When Anne and I fell into the rhythm of Anne’s dream and my mission, we bonded in a way that transcended all our challenges. We met each day with a joyous heart and gratitude for each other.
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She could not hide from my intuitive power as I sensed she was no longer present, even when her body succumbed to orgasm and the fog of closeness and sweet words.
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I learned so long ago from an abandoned child whose life trajectory proved that if you believe in yourself, others will too.
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My mind played in vignettes with no music or sounds of sweet words, just those haunting large brown eyes above freckled cheeks so soft and smooth. It seemed an assault to me to abrade her skin with my beard and calloused hands.
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He always tried to lead our little threesome in the jungle and Ann allowed him every indulgence except sex, which Pete could not understand. She nurtured her errant knight with food, kindness, and gentle but bloody effective persuasion.
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The day I looked up from my labor, my fashionable loin cloth no longer new or foreign to me, I arrived at a divergence in my life’s journey.
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After a little more than a week with the tribe, Pete and I began to relax around each other. It seemed his attitude was more on how to swallow his pride and entertain a barbarian. I understood and made no demands on him.
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I lay in the cool night on a woven straw mat, unable to sleep. Insomnia was not unusual in such circumstances. The beer and strange foods that required mental concentration to fool the palate made my head and my stomach unsettled.
Hyperion Sky 