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Dirty talk unexpectedly frees a woman from her life of pretense.
“There’s a slut in need of attention.” “Excuse me?” the tall, pretty brunette said, stopping herself from walking past the bench I was sitting at in the middle of New York’s Central Park. She wore a sexy, stylish pale-yellow summer dress with matching heels. The tone of her voice was unconvincingly offended. I gave a warm, knowing smile as our eyes captured one another’s. “Am I wrong?” I asked matter-of-factly as if we’d...
