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After Glow
Everywhere she looked, there were always angels. People surrounded in a comforting golden glow.
Such happiness and warmth radiating from these angels, you could just curl up and-
“Fluff you whore!” Ashlee was brought back from her thoughts by her friend, Daisy, pointing an accusatory finger at her cat. “I think she’s had sex, Ashlee. Can you check for me?” Daisy asked, flopping next to her on the flower print couch, arms crossed over her chest. Ashlee sighed and directed her gaze towards the cat, taking notice in the aura of gold radiating from it’s furry grey-black form.
“Indeed, your cat has been…promiscuous.” Ashlee sighed. Why was she using her talents, if she could call it that, to tell Daisy about her pussy’s sex life? You see, ever since Ashlee was little, she’d always been capable of seeing the mysterious golden glow. Assuming they were angels or people touched by angels. They were touched alright, but being a child then, she had the mindset of one.
Actually, the glow radiated from anyone that had recently had sex and boy was it disturbing to see old men around their eighties radiate with, the glow.
“I’ve always taken her for a whore, dirty pussy.” Daisy said, nodding vigorously for emphasis, her curly blonde hair bouncing with each nod. Ashlee couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.
“I can’t believe you call your cat a whore.”
“What?” Daisy said, voice, lisp and all, raising a pitch. “She’s a slut! You should know! You told me once, every time you came over, my cat was glowing. She’s a fucking glow stick!”
Oh, Daisy does have a way with words, Ashlee thought humorously.
To her, glow sticks were portable sex fiends. Always glowing and always hard, no matter which way you bent them.
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