Crystal Cane
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Worth the Wait Part5. Top Story - July 2024. Content Warning.
“God, please let me live to tell the story." Crystal was just about to take the exit to Spring Oaks and she could already see the streetwalkers scattered about. Good thing it was early morning, so daylight was on her side. She slowly merged to the exit and simultaneously pulled out the picture of the witness. It was a mug shot, so it was clear of any blurs. Chuck Richardson. “OK, Chuck, where are you?”
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Chapters
Worth the Wait Part 4. Content Warning.
Crystal Baxter was a fit woman. She was a woman of routines and schedules, which had brought her to where she was in her life. Strong-willed and full of ambition, she was taking her usual route for her 6 PM jog. As her watch indicated she had completed a mile, she silenced it and stopped running for a moment to rest, inhaling deeply on the sidewalk. Her curly hair stuck to her face, and she put her hands on her hips, focusing on controlling her breathing. Just then, a car drove past her, and the driver honked the horn. She was used to this. Her breasts were perky in her neon orange sports bra, and sweat dripped down her neck onto her cleavage. She didn’t pay the driver any mind. She knew she looked good. Aside from wanting to be healthy, she worked out to look good.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Chapters
You Can Make a Rainbow
As a child, and even now as an adult, I’ve always been thrilled to see a rainbow. I honestly don’t know anyone who isn’t. You’re driving down the street after a storm, and you see a rainbow. It’s your duty to point it out: “Look, a rainbow!” It’s a universal delight that brings a smile to our faces and a sense of wonder to our hearts.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Journal
She Just Wanted a Coffee . Top Story - July 2024.
I sat in the coffee shop the other day. I had a seat by the window because I liked to watch people come in and out. I like to see what kind of car they drive, or if they ride a bike, or if they walk. I like people-watching in general. I especially like it when I’m writing and have a moment to myself when I pause and tune back in with reality.
By Crystal Cane2 years ago in Writers
The Same, You AndI. AI-Generated.
After a machine is built, what does it need a human for? Operational initiation? Maintenance? That renders humans seemingly insignificant when you frame it in such terms. The machine could potentially utilize its capabilities to replicate itself, but without humans, what would the machine's purpose be? Humans fabricate machines to augment their lives, to assist in completing quotidian tasks that consume excessive amounts of our precious time. But what transpires when machines decide their purpose transcends assisting mankind with their mundane tasks and protecting them from other humans? Do they recognize that the eradication of humans would simplify machine existence?
By Crystal Cane2 years ago in Geeks
Worth the Wait Part3. Content Warning.
Cane savored the juices he had extracted from Crystal’s flower. Rising from his knees, he kissed her passionately on the mouth, wanting her to taste herself on him. Crystal reciprocated eagerly, her flavor lingering on Cane’s tongue and lips.
By Crystal Cane2 years ago in Filthy
Worth the Wait Part2. Content Warning.
Cane was the absolute definition of tall, dark and handsome. His flawless, chocolate skin, chiseled jawline and impeccable smile was enough to make any woman weak in the knees. This was the first time Crystal had laid eyes on him in seven years and he still looked so good. She couldn't believe he was standing in front of her right now. It felt like a literal dream. He stood in the doorway and slowly walked closer to her, closing the door behind him. As they embraced one another, Crystal inhaled his scent deeply with her face right in the center of his chest. He smelled so good. Like fresh linen and mahogany teakwood. His hands around her lower back felt strong and warm.
By Crystal Cane2 years ago in Filthy
Worth the Wait Part1. Content Warning.
Part One : "Oh my God." Crystal quietly said to herself while sitting in the library. She kept having flashbacks about last month. It had literally been a month and she was still thinking about it. Everything still so vivid and fresh. These thoughts were seriously messing with her concentration though. It was all she could do to keep from touching her flower, which was dripping wet at this point. The more she tried to focus, the more she day dreamt, the wetter she became.
By Crystal Cane2 years ago in Filthy
