This was written to a prompt by Anah Crow while I was hosting the Torquere Social LiveJournal. It’s set after the as-yet-unpublished story “Out of Uniform.”
The skirt fit just right. It clung to Ansel’s hips and thighs, not leaving anything to the imagination. Behind him, the door opened and closed.
“Jesus, Ansel.” It was Colby, his [...]

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