Intersections

Deirdre drove through morning rush hour traffic. At stoplights she'd rub her chapped lips and remember Riley's passionate kisses. Her makeup was still smeared from the sweat of both of their bodies meeting in tender and erotic intersections--a twisting of limbs and gasps of pleasure.

As side streets gave way to highway and to interstate, she conjured visions of a bright future with Riley--a man with whom she had dark and sordid past. Although fictional, it was a love story she wanted to believe in, one she wanted to invest in, one she trusted.

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