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WHATS IN THE CHART OF AN ADULT MOVIE STAR?🔞

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of s*x.

In this post Ive looked up the charts of the most popular adult film stars to find out which asteroids will be prominent in their charts. I took their names from a ranking list to make sure I chosed some of the most popular ones since something about them awakens lust in so many people.

In this post we will look at these asteroids:

Bacchus(2063) Where we indulge excessively, excessive s*xual appetite.

Lust (4386) Lust, being lustful.

Eros (433) Erotic, what turns you on.

Randi (3163) Being h*rny.

Fox (16248) Being seen as a s*xobject.

Nessus (7066) S*xual deviancy, abuse, s*xual obsession.

Arsinoe (404) Huge s*xual appetite, strong s*xual urges caused by trauma & abuse in childhood.

Lilith (h21) (h58) (1181)

Sasha Grey

Lilith in the 10th house: She got a job thats seen as very rebellious. She wants people to see her body and s*xuality. She doesnt fit into what society wants a woman to be like since society wants women to hide their lust.

Randi in the 1st house: Well she is definitely randy.

Bacchus conjunct Jupiter: S*xual appetite taken up to the next lever. Jupiter really did expand here.

Eros conjunct Moon: Her s*xuality is a part of who she is at her core. A very erotic person.

Lust conjunct Sun & North Node: A part of her lifepath to awaken lust in others and to experience it herself. Thats what shes recognized for.

Asa Akira

(No birthtime so ignore house placements.)

Sun conjunct Bacchus: Known for her huge s*xual appetite and its linked to her image and persona. This is also where she shines. The Sun puts a spotlight on what its conjuncting.

Sun conjunct Lilith: She is definitely a Lilith woman who refuses to hide her s*xuality to fit in. She is proud and in charge of her name and her company. S*ex oozes from every pore. I even think someone made a song about her.

Eros and Lust conjunct Saturn: Very independent and businessminded and have always made sure to keep her position as one of the best in the industry for many many years.

Randi conjunct North Node: Well its definitely a part of her lifepath.

Fox conjunct Moon: This aspect is an indicator that she sees herself as a s*xobject. But unfortunately can also mean that she was made to feel this way by being treated as one in her childhood.

Misty Stone

Lust conjunct Neptune: She makes her lust into movies. Thousands of people got lustful fantasies about her.

Lilith and Randi conjunct Chiron: She might use s*x as a way to heal herself. Or she could could have a healing quality that make her movies so popular(tho i dont support this industry)

Randi in the 10th house: She is known for being randy, lol.

Bacchus conjunct Mars: She indulges excessively in s*x.

Fox conjunct Moon: This aspect is an indicator that she sees herself as a s*xobject. But unfortunately can also mean that she was made to feel this way by being treated as one in her childhood.

Nessus in the 1st house: A huge sign of abuse early in life. Also that she sees it as normal which makes her survive in that kind of industry.

Eros in the 6th house: She got a beautiful body. Eroticism is a part of daily life and she ”does it” with her colleagues. S*x is her job.

Stormy Daniels

Eros in the 1st house: Eros in the 1st house shows a very erotic person.

Pluto in the 10th house: Known for being s*xy. She takes the power back to herself by owning it and making a name for herself by it. Also known for having beef with Donald Trump who tried to silence her. Her power even scares the president.

Lilith in the 8th house: This is a sign of an intensely s*xual person. This is unfortunately a sign of having been abused. Its also a sign of having a lot of power. Lilith in the 8th house is one of the most magnetic placement and explains her popularity in that kind of business. This makes someone a pro at s*x.

Bacchus conjunct Mercury: Her mind is set on having s*x.

Arsinoe conjunct Venus: Strong s*xual urges that she was able to get money from.

Riley Steele

Lilith Square Ascendant: This makes her both beautiful and s*xy. She definitely got an outstanding look and gorgeous body. Explains why her looks turn so many people on.

Nessus conjunct Sun, Mercury and Mars: A sign of s*xual deviancy. Nessus conjunct Mars shows an overs*xual person. Strong sign of abuse in childhood.

Bacchus conjunct Pluto: Pluto intensifies anything it touches. Putting Pluto on a planet/asteroid is like charging the planet/asteroid to the point of explosion.

Fox in the 10th house: Seen as a s*x object by the general public. Known for it.

Eros conjunct Moon: Her s*xuality is a part of who she is at her core. A very erotic person.

Arsinoe conjunct Midheaven: Making a name for herself out of her urges. Its out there for the public to see.

Copy: 404, 2063, 4386, 433, 3163, 16248, h21, 1181, 7066, h58

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originalcollectionartistry · 5 months

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A Workout to Repeat

Hello friends!

This request was originally sent to @mandos-mind-trick (which you should go check out their fics! They're one of my favourite writer on here!!) but as their requests are closed atm, I thought I would take a crack at the prompt!

Basically, you're in love with our resident muscle man Wrecker but don't want to risk your friendship with him. You're the Batch's medic so after patching Wrecker up, you need to let off some steam. So you head to the gym on Kamino after your latest mission... then smut ensues.

CW : PiV sex, oral (f! receiving), slight voyeurism, idiots in love, mutual pining

Word count: 3163

@anglfclulu this one's for you! I hope it's everything you wanted! Sorry about the wait dear!

Enjoy!

“Wrecker, I’m begging you to be more careful. This is the fifth time I’ve redone these stitches!” you complained.

As much as you loved the demolitions expert of Clone Force 99, he could be reckless at times. After your latest mission, Wrecker somehow got his bicep cut deeply into, so you had to stitch him up. You didn’t mind, truly! It was your job as the Batch’s medic to put them back together. It was just Wrecker had continually torn his stitches since you got back to Kamino. It wasn’t often you had shore leave and when you did, it was spent on Kamino. You were thankful for that. It gave you a chance to restock medical supplies on the Marauder, as well as restitch a certain Batcher in a clean, sterile environment.

You didn’t know why Wrecker continued to rip his stitches. It was impossible to you to think that he just wanted to see you. He didn’t like you like that, right?

“Oh, come on, mesh’la! It’s not that bad! You don’t mind stitching me up, do you?”

Rolling your eyes, you snipped the last stitch and started to put away the med kit. You would never admit that you were in love with Wrecker, so you acted annoyed, even if your stomach was fluttering with butterflies. You loved patching the giant up. It gave you a chance to feel the muscles underneath, to feel and wonder how easy he could lift you up; how easily he could pin you to a wall and ravish you endlessly.

Shaking your head to quell the rising arousal in your core, you gently shoved Wrecker, barely moving his arm in doing so.

“Doesn’t matter if I like it or not. Your arm won’t heal properly if you keep ripping the seam. I’d hate for you to be on medical leave because you got on infection,” you harumphed.

Wrecker stood up and flexed his arm, making sure the stitches were strong. Grinning when they didn’t rip, he stretched his arms above his head. Landing his arm above your head, he leaned over you, reminding you how small you were.

“Mesh’la! You know I’d never do that intentionally. Plus, I never mind coming to see you. I look forward to seeing you!”

“Careful Wrecker. You might set her off,” Crosshair teased, moving his toothpick from one side to the other.

You shot a glare the sniper’s way. Wrecker didn’t know about your feelings, and you wanted to keep it that way. You’d risk everything before risking your friendship with Wrecker.

Wrecker looked over to his brother in confusion. What did that mean? Set you off… in anger? Annoyance?

“Crosshair, shut your mouth and show me that leg of yours. I need to know nothings broken,” you snapped.

Wrecker moved away and towards his bunk, still confused about that interaction. He cared about you and hated when you got upset, especially if you were upset with him or his brothers. Maybe a nap would help him understand later.

Crosshair hissed in pain, hating how rough you were being. You clearly were mad at him, but force damn it you were rough. You never were rough unless you were ruthlessly upset with the boys and were mad that they could’ve died. You were very mad at his teasing about your feelings for Wrecker, but Crosshair was trying to move things along! You two had been dancing around for so long the crew was getting tired of your pining.

“Oh, did that hurt? I’m sorry Cross,” you said in a mocking tone. Nothing was broken, just a bit bruised and sprained.

“You really can be mean when you want to be ad’ika. I’m guessing my leg isn’t broken or else you wouldn’t be this rough.”

You looked up at him in frustration as you set bacta on his upper thigh and knee. “You know damn well I don’t want Wrecker knowing about my feelings. Why would you risk outing that?”

Chuckling, Crosshair grabbed another toothpick from his pouch. “Probably cause he likes you too di’kut. I’m trying to make things easier!”

“Kriff you asshole. He could be decommissioned and me fired if we were found out. I’m not risking his life.”

You slapped his leg and stormed away from the med bay. Only 10 more days of leave to go. This was going to be a rough week.

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You needed to let off steam. It wasn’t fair how quickly Wrecker could get you hot and bothered. You excused yourself from the barracks, saying you needed to work off some access adrenaline after patching everyone up. There was only one place you could go for that: the training gym. Kamino kept a gym on base, just so soldiers could work their strength back up after a medical rest, but anyone was welcome to use it.

Walking up to the rack, you calculated the heaviest you could go without hurting yourself. Plus, no one else was around to spot so you had to be careful. The bar was already 44lbs, so you added two 25lbs on each side of the bar. You had intended to deadlift, to pull the bar up but after Wrecker got you flustered, you put the bar set at shoulder height. Stepping under, you adjusted your grip, braced your core and lats, and began your sets of squats. Anything lower body would help cool you down. Your muscles would be burning for a different reason than what you came in for. Anything to distract you from the lustful thoughts for Wrecker.

You were his medic, his friend. You shouldn’t be feeling this way. You felt so guilty. You never dared tell him your feelings, but you felt guilty, nonetheless. Every squat was deeper than the last, subconsciously punishing yourself for your attraction to your friend. You pushed and pushed until your legs were shaking and on the brink of failure. After 5 sets of 10 reps, you racked the bar for the final time. You cleaned it off before moving on. You spread your workout from push to pull. Legs to arms to core and back again. By the time you finished your 7th exercise, you had probably been in the gym close to two hours by now. You wiped down the assisted pullup and moved on.

You eventually moved on to the adductor press. You adjusted the machine, so the pads were the furthest apart. Spreading your legs, you sat the chair and set the weight at 60lbs. Your inner thigh burned at being used after so long of not working them, but you pulled the weight together, so your knees touched gently. It was almost enough to forget your feelings for Wrecker. It would’ve been enough, had the man not walked in himself!

Wrecker had been bored and had started to tease Tech and Crosshair, so much that Hunter told him to work off his excess energy with weights before Crosshair shot him. Shrugging it off, Wrecker joined you. He felt so much towards you, he just didn’t know what to say. He cared about you, probably more than what he should towards a fellow soldier. You were just so lovely. Your bravery, talents, kindness were all things that made Wrecker’s heart flutter. You were so delicate when applying stitches, taking the time and care to make sure everything felt and looked good. You were so natural in caring for others and fighting for what’s right came naturally to you.

One of the many things you loved about Wrecker, was his ability to listen. Too many times you’d caught yourself venting about Crosshair or fuming at Tech’s refusal for help. Hunter could only take so much noise, so you found yourself with Wrecker a lot. It wasn’t long when you started to develop feelings. Wrecker was similar. It didn’t take much for him to start liking you but then the liking turned into something more. Something that made his tummy tighten every time he saw you… like now.

Waving to you, he grabbed some 140lbs dumbbells and started lifting. You almost wanted to scream in frustration. You were sat in the most provocative of muscle assists, legs spread and had a front row seat to Wrecker working out. Kriffing hells. You could feel your cunt start to quiver, juices flowing onto your undies. You sat there frozen; legs spread wide. Your breathing quickened, breaths coming in short pants. Your mouth dried a little. You reached for your water but knocked it over. You could only watch as it rolled away.

Wrecker heard a noise and saw you leaning to the side to reach your fallen bottle. You looked flushed; more flushed than you should’ve after sitting down for a minute. He set his weights down, walked over and grabbed your bottle. Wrecker was a bit worried, you looked feverish. Perhaps you should’ve called quits and gone for a shower if you weren’t feeling well.

“You okay ad’ika? You look like you’ve worked too hard.”

You swallowed harshly, taking the bottle from his outstretched hand. “Uhm… yes. Yes, I’m fine Wrecker. Thank you.”

Wrecker took one more look at you before heading back to his bench. You said you were fine, but you certainly didn’t look it. In fact, he wasn’t sure you were even using the machine anymore. You were just sitting there like a stunned mullet, mouth slightly agape and eyes half lidded. He’d seen women give Crosshair and Hunter than same look after a mission or during a night out at 79’s but he’d been too distracted or drunk to notice if women gave him that look; but you were giving it to him now. He had an idea of what it meant as his brothers would go off for the night before returning to the ship, so Wrecker had a theory to test. He started lifting heavier, above his head and out to the sides, bulging his muscles more, giving you a little show.

You had started to slightly grind against your seat, certain that you had soaked through your leggings. He had to have been doing this on purpose, the bastard! You watched as he started to thrust the rack bar above his head, without breaking a sweat! He had to have added at least 200lbs onto the bar. Kriff, your plan to work out the arousal had failed. You needed to be fucked and soon. You were desperate for friction, to the point you didn’t care who saw. If a reg came in and took advantage, you’d thank them if Wrecker didn’t clock on first. You started to gently rub your clit over your leggings.

Wrecker slammed the bar on the rack. He may have known what he was doing to you, but he was still courteous to put his weights away. He stalked over to you, leaning on the machine next to you.

“So, mesh’la. Enjoying the show?” he said, giving the most shit eating grin.

You could only nod, biting your lip to prevent a moan from slipping out.

Smirking, Wrecker gently lifted you out of your seat. Your thighs had been open for a while and were probably sore from the adductor exercise. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life.

“Shall we continue our workout elsewhere, cyare?”

You finally allowed a moan to slip past your lips. “Yes, please!”

Wrecker carried you across the gym, into the freshers. He pulled away from your lips to briefly scan for anyone else before pulling you into a shower stall. To make it less suspicious, you turned the water on. One, to help your sore muscles, and two, make anyone who enters think you were just showering. Wrecker stripped himself quickly, leaving clothes on the floor.

You let your feet touch the fresher floor as you caressed Wrecker’s body. Every scar, every divot, you let your hands wander and linger to feel every part of his body. You stripped down fast, hanging your clothes on the stall door so anyone would think it was just Wrecker and some barrack bunny.

Wrecker did the same as you, gently letting his hands wander to your derriere where he squeezed and palmed, eliciting moans from your throat. You palmed his erection, wanting to give him as much pleasure as you could. He was big, which you knew to some extent, but you’d need prep to take him all. Which you wanted wholeheartedly; you’d take every thick inch of him.

Wrecker kissed you hard, lifting you up into his arms again. His fingers deftly travelled down to where you wanted friction. He circled your clit gently before venturing one finger into your puckering canal. You bit your lip to silence the moan threatening to release itself.

“Wait,” Wrecker murmured. “Are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

You smiled, tears threatening to come to the surface at his consideration. “Wrecker, I’ve wanted this for a while. I just didn’t want to risk getting you decommissioned. I want you and always have.”

Grinning ear to ear, Wrecker kissed you again. He didn’t put you down yet, but he did press you against the cold wall of the fresher now, so he had more leverage to rock into your hips. You felt his fingers leave your cunt, seemingly satisfied with the prep. He gently pushed into you, giving you time to adjust with every inch he gave. When he bottomed out, you both let out a moan at the feeling. You loved it, so much you started to squirm in his hands.

“Move, Wreck. Please. Please move!”

He started to thrust up into you, watching every reaction. You seemed to enjoy harsher thrusts than faster ones, so Wrecker made sure to take his time with you. Deliberately thrusting in, he set a rhythm that was delicious and had you crying out. You could feel your breasts bounce up with every thrust, which you knew Wrecker loved. You knew he loved your breasts as he never stopped looking at them when you took your bindings off.

Wrecker loved the feeling of your pussy. You were warm and tight, and it felt like heaven to him. Your little moans and squeaks of pleasure were sounds he never wanted to stop hearing. He continued to thrust up into you, wanting you to finish before him. He could tell you were getting close as your pussy started to pulse involuntarily. Contracting and releasing as you bit his shoulder to cover your moan when you came. Your juices leaking slowly around his cock.

He set you down gently, kissing you once more before kneeling in front of you. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, licking and biting to where he wanted to be. Pressing a gentle kiss to your vulva, he licked you, delving his tongue into your waiting pussy. Hearing you moan was the greatest sound he could ever hear, better than any explosion he ever set off. He wanted to hear more, and he was gonna pull them out of you.

Wrecker started to eat you out like a man starved, sucking every drop of arousal out of your cunt. Swirling his tongue around your clit, he moaned into your vulva, sending vibrations up your spine. You both had waited so long for this, and it was finally happening.

Until Wrecker froze at the sound of the fresher doors opening. You heard some regs come in from training and covered your mouth to silence your moans. You thanked the Maker there were stall doors for the female staff to hide themselves so the men wouldn’t ogle. You weren’t one to shy away due to modesty, but you certainly did not want to be caught by regs.

Wrecker lifted you up again with ease to hide you from being seen, wanting to save you from embarrassment. He was used to being bullied by regs, but you didn’t deserve that treatment.

“Oi, defect! Why’re you hiding in a stall? You embarrassed about your size?” a reg sneered.

They had obviously seen Wrecker but not you.

Not wanting to hear anymore quips from them, you moved your hand away from your mouth. Wrecker raised a brow in question before smother a laugh as you moaned as loud as you could with a smirk on your lips.

“Kriff Wrecker! You’re so big! I kriffing love being your barrack bunny! Fuck me harder baby!” you cried, pitching your voice higher than normal so you wouldn’t be found out.

It wasn’t often you swore like that, but Wrecker would make it his goal to hear it more. His hand hadn’t stopped stretching and prepping you, so he was able to slip in easily with your wetness. You released a wanton moan so sinful; Wrecker knew the regs had a hard on.

“Sorry lads, couldn’t hear you over my plaything!” Wrecker taunted. “What were you saying?”

“Come on! At least give us a turn when you’re done with her!”

Wrecker grimaced when you clenched around him as a tease. “No way! She’s mine and mine alone.” He kissed your earlobe before whispering to you, “And I’m hers. I belong to her.”

You cried out in pleasure, shivers sent down your spine as he rocked into you gently. Hips giving you the friction you desired. You met every thrust with one of your own, clawing at his shoulders, wanting more of him.

You barely registered the regs finishing up and leaving to find their own bunnies as you approached your high. You never thought the aspect of being caught would spice it up for you but as Wrecker thrusted harder and faster into your desperate pussy, you knew you’d be a little more daring in the future.

“Cyare, I’m close. Where?”

You tightened your legs around his waist. “Inside me. Please! Cum inside me!”

Your second high was approaching and feeling his cum shoot into your warm cunt, was the push you needed to finish too. Your breathes intermingled, foreheads touching letting the other enjoy the closeness.

“Dear gods, please let that happen again.” Wrecker mumbled into your neck.

Laughing you agreed before kissing him again. In blissful silence, you finished showering and dressing together before walking back to the barracks hand in hand. You were smiling and telling jokes as you felt something hit your head.

Lula landed in front of your feet from Crosshair’s throw. Wrecker picked her up and hugged Lula close before handing her to you. Tech looked up from his little tinkering station, noting your changed attitudes and calmer demeanor. Something changed between you two and Tech knew, even without Hunter’s advanced senses.

“So, you finally fucked then?” Hunter mused, smelling the sex on you two, even after your shower.

You smiled as Wrecker flopped into his bunk, not wanting to reveal yourselves too quickly. Wrecker had other plans.

“Yup! Guess you were right boys! Should’ve just told her months ago!”

Hopefully it's everything you wanted darling!

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dangerliesbeforeyou · 15 days

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do the quiz here: https://www.geoguessr.com/vgp/3163

also reblog with where you're from if you'd like lol!

#poll #poll quiz #map quiz #there are so many of these polls about europe or the usa #time to do it for some other continents lol!

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kristannafever · 1 month

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Second Chances

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit (See tags) WC: 3163

Summary: It's been eight months since Anna's ex broke up with her in a brutal way. Her concerned sister sets her up on a date, and when she meets Kristoff, it does not go well. Afterward, upon getting an earful from Elsa, Anna realizes her mistake and goes about making things right. What happens between them afterward gives them each a second chance at love and the life they both want to have.

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“Anna, I am breaking up with you.”

Anna nearly choked on the sip of coffee she had just taken. She stared at her boyfriend with wide eyes, not sure what she had just heard. “What?”

“It’s over.”

Panic began to well in the pit of her stomach. Her hands started to shake as she set the coffee mug back down on the table. “What do you mean?”

He heaved a dramatic sigh. “You heard me. We’re done.”

“Where is this coming from,” she pleaded, getting up and walking over to where he was standing in the kitchen. He’d just gotten back from his run. When he left the house, it was as if nothing was any different. And now he was telling her that they were done?

He rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Anna. We haven’t had sex in weeks. And when we do, you’re so…” he moved his hands around like he was fishing for the word, “…uninspired. I mean, you don’t even give good blow jobs.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She had thought the problems they were facing were just a bit of a slump. Just the day before she’d gone out and bought some sexy lingerie to surprise him with after the romantic dinner they had planned for that weekend. Was that not happening now?

“Oh, and just so you know,” he said casually as he turned away, “I’ve started seeing other women. So I can get… you know… taken care of. You don’t even know how to kiss properly.”

Anna felt sick to her stomach, watching helplessly after him as he walked towards their bedroom to take a shower. Despite having said some mean things to her from time to time, what he had just said was downright cruel, and she felt ashamed of herself. She felt stupid and pathetic.

Wiping her eyes, she went back to the table and sat down slowly, staring into her morning coffee that she’d actually been enjoying only a moment ago, trying to figure out in her mind what had just happened. The long and short of it? She didn’t please him and he’d been seeing other women.

How had she not known this? She had thought everything was just… normal. He had never been a very enthusiastic lover, and he always met his end while Anna had to often take care of herself, and now she had to wonder if it was because she was just that bad at pleasing a man?

He'd been her first serious boyfriend. Her first real love. The first guy she’d ever moved out with. And now all that was coming crashing down around her. Three years of her life, gone, just like that.

Anna buried her head into her hands and sobbed.

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“This is a nice place, Anna.”

Anna didn’t respond, she just let her sister in without a word. The apartment had been his, of course she had to move out when he dumped her.

Her sister turned around at Anna’s silence. “You know I hate that man for what he did to you.”

“I know,” Anna said through a sigh. “I hate him too.” She told Elsa that he had cheated on her but she did not tell her sister the awful things that her ex had said to her. And they hadn’t ended in the kitchen that day. She had begged and pleaded with him for hours afterwards and was met with yet more harsh comments on what an awful woman she was.

Anna led them into the living room and poured them each a glass of red wine from the bottle that was sitting on the coffee table. She watched her sister as her eyes went around, taking in the small apartment before settling onto her gaze.

“So, have you been on any dates?”

“Elsa…” Anna sighed with frustration. “Why won’t you drop it?”

“Anna, it’s been what? Eight months? You need to move on.”

Anna was silent and looked down into her wine. She knew she needed to move on, but how could she do that? Apparently, she had nothing to offer a man. What possible hope did she have of making something work.

Elsa set her wine glass down on the table and turned towards her on the couch. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to get out here sooner. Work has been incredibly demanding, only now that I see you, I feel like that is a pathetic excuse.”

She frowned. Did she really look that bad? “It’s okay, Elsa. I know how important your job is. And you still call me almost every night.”

“I do, which is probably why you’re tired of telling me you need to get back out there. You have to see that it’s time to live your life again, don’t you?”

Anna did know that. And she wanted to, desperately. But what man would want her? She’d been hit on a few times only to brush the guy off knowing that she would end up disappointing him in the end. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t think she’d be able to stomach going through that again.

“Listen, Anna. I have a friend who’s fairly new to our firm who happens to have moved from here. She has a brother, and she says-”

Anna’s eyes went wide. “No way, Elsa. I am absolutely not about to be set up right now.”

“Please, Anna.” Elsa reached out and grabbed her free hand. “For me? Please? You can’t be afraid to start dating again.”

She pulled her hand away from her sisters and set the wine down on the coffee table as she got up. “No. Absolutely not.”

Elsa followed her as she walked into the kitchen. “Give me one good reason why you won’t?” her sister demanded.

Anna pursed her lips. She would never breathe a word of what her ex had said to her to another living soul, and that was giving her little option for an excuse. “I… don’t want to.”

Her sister put her hands on her hips. “It’s just one date. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe what you need is a night of hot sex to get back on the horse.”

Her face lit up with heat. “What the fuck, Elsa? I do not need to hear that coming from my sister.” Not only that, she did not need a reminder of how awful she was in bed. It was a constant source of shame that hung over her head.

Elsa gave her a gentle smile. “Sorry. I was just trying to make a point. You have to stop keeping yourself from things that make you happy. You haven’t even gone to the gym or hung out with your friends since you left your ex.”

“He dumped me, but yeah, I know I haven’t.”

“You need to start living again.”

Anna heaved a deep sigh. Perhaps it was time. She’d certainly seen plenty of men who she thought were attractive. Enough that she’d pleasured herself to the thoughts of being with a man again. That at least she knew she wasn’t bad at. In fact, she was practically an expert at getting herself off now.

“Can I tell my friend yes?”

Anna looked to her sister’s pleading eyes. “Fine. One date.”

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The bar was packed, making it hard for Anna to pick out the man that she was supposed to meet. She’d been given a general description. Tall guy, big build, blond… Anna had formed many mental pictures in her mind of what he might actually look like.

She was told that he’d be somewhere in the bar waiting for her, and every blond Anna looked at seemed to already be on a date or clearly out with a group of friends. The guy Anna was looking for was supposed to be alone.

She muscled her way to the bar where groups of people were gathered around the stools and talking, waiting on drinks. Then she spotted a blond man sitting at the end, surrounded by women. The guy was absolutely huge; his t-shirt stretched tight over his biceps and chest. And he was gorgeous. His rugged handsomeness was undeniable. That was why there were women all over him.

Thinking that couldn’t be her date, Anna went to turn away, when his eyes caught hers and widened with something like recognition.

“Hey, are you Anna?” he called to her over the music and loud conversations

She nodded, not wanting to shout back to him, and he got up from his stool and approached her. Every single woman he was surrounded by watched all of his movements with lusty interest.

His imposing height loomed over her. “I’m Kristoff,” he said, sticking out his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Anna responded, shaking it and thinking it wasn’t nice at all. Not after he’d been hanging out with all those stunning women while waiting for her to show up for their date. What the hell? Who does that?

“They’re super busy and wouldn’t let me grab a table until you showed up,” he said.

He already sounded bored. What the hell had Anna gotten herself into. “Okay.”

Kristoff shrugged and took off to find a table. Anna followed, kind of hoping they wouldn’t find one. The guy was clearly someone who could get whoever he wanted and probably often did.

Towards the back of the bar near the bathrooms, he spied an open table and made a b-line to it. Anna sat on the stool across from him and put her purse on the edge of the high table.

He smiled. “It’s quieter over here too.”

There was nothing but cool confidence behind that smile and Anna squirmed again thinking of how many gorgeous women had been salivating over him moments before. “You sure didn’t waste your time talking to the other ladies, I see.”

He frowned. “They were talking to me. I wasn’t talking to them.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Sure. A guy like you must just hate it when women hang all over him.”

His unhappy face turned into a scowl. “What are you saying?”

“Look, I agreed to go on this date, but not with a player, okay?”

Kristoff became emotionless. “Have me pegged, do you?” he asked evenly.

Anna could only shrug. “It’s not that hard to figure out. The reason a guy who looks like you is single, is that he wants to stay single.”

He stared at her, expression impossible to read.

“Lets just save us both time. I refuse to be a conquest, so you can just go back to all those ladies at the bar who can barely keep it in their pants.” Anna got up, keeping her eyes off his unreadable face, feeling relieved. She didn’t even want to go on this date in the first place. She was almost glad that this guy, as hot as he was, wasn’t going to work out.

Anna spared him a glance as she turned away and was a little shocked to see profound sadness in his eyes. It was almost enough for her to turn back around and say something.

Almost.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Anna looked at her ringing phone. It was Elsa. She let out a long sigh and answered. “Hello?”

“What the fuck, Anna? Why the hell did you brush off that date last night?”

She groaned inwardly. This was not a conversation she wanted to have. “He wasn’t my type.”

“Bullshit! My friend talked to her brother and he told her what you said to him. That was pretty awful, Anna.”

She frowned. Had it been? She was only speaking the truth. “Well… you didn’t tell me the guy was a total player.”

Elsa huffed with frustration. “He’s not! He hasn’t been on a date in a year!”

“Elsa, he had women, and I mean gorgeous women, all over him when I arrived at the bar.”

“And he was what? Flirting with them?”

Anna thought back to the scene at the bar. One of the women had her hand on his arm and was talking his ear off, another one giving him fuck me eyes from his other side, two behind him waiting for their turn, and he was… sitting there. He was staring at something. Or was it nothing. Then he’d looked over and his eyes had widened… they kind of looked a little… well at the time it looked like recognition but thinking back, they seemed a little more… relieved?

Anna gasped. “Oh no, what have I done?”

Her sister sighed. “Anna, you might need to talk to someone. I don’t know what Hans did to you, but it was something. I have doubts that he was never abusive to you even though you assured me that he never was.”

“He said some mean things, Elsa. That’s all.” Anna would give her that much, no more. Not ever. No one would ever know of her humiliation.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a beat. “So maybe you said some things you didn’t mean to a nice guy because you are still so scared of putting yourself out there?”

Anna’s stomach rolled with unease to think about the hurtful way she’d brushed Kristoff off. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

“Well, at least you can recognise that.”

“Elsa, I feel terrible. Is there any way I can get his number? To apologise?”

“Well…I can ask my friend, although I have to warn you, she was pretty pissed that you treated her brother that way.”

“Please try, Elsa. I feel awful and I need to tell him that I am sorry.”

“Alright. I’ll call you back in five, okay?”

“Okay.” Anna hung up the phone and rung it in her hands. She could not believe she’d been so mean to someone and tears sprung in her eyes. It made her feel terrible to think she’d said something hurtful to someone. It reminded her of what her ex had said to her, and that Kristoff guy did not deserve that, even if he was a player.

Her phone rang in her hands and startled her to the point she almost threw it across the room. “Hello?”

“Okay, I got the number.”

“Oh, thank you, Elsa. Thank you so much.” She sniffed. “And tell your friend-”

“Anna, are you crying?”

She nodded and started to sob. “I feel so bad, Elsa. I was so mean to that poor man. Please tell your friend to tell her brother that I am so sorry and that he can expect me to contact him to say so that I can apologize and-”

“Anna… Anna!”

She sniffed and reigned in her emotions. This was insane. She needed to get a grip on herself. For all those months she carried all that hurt when her ex broke up with her and it was all starting to come out after treating someone else poorly. It was becoming a little clearer to her that there were some issues she was going to have to deal with, and soon.

“Anna?”

Sniff. “Yeah?”

“You need to stop beating yourself up about this, okay?”

“What if he doesn’t accept my apology?” Anna asked, wiping her damp cheeks.

“Well, then I guess you just have to live with it.”

She shoulders slumped, suddenly exhausted. “Yeah. I guess I made the bed I have to lie in it.”

Her sister was silent on the other end for a moment. “Whatever happens, Anna… it’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. You’ll have plenty of other chances.”

Anna nodded to herself, steeling her emotions for the text she was about to send. “I know. Thank you, Elsa.”

*****

Kristoff looked at the text from the number that he did not know, and set the phone down in contemplation.

He knew it was coming. His sister had called him and given him the heads up she’d passed his number along to the woman who was so rude to him last night. To say he was conflicted was an understatement.

He hadn’t been hurt like that in a while. Which was weird because he didn’t know this woman. It was just that she passed him off so easily that it made him second guess himself a bit. In retrospect, he should have been ruder to the women vying for his attention at the bar. Why couldn’t this Anna understand that he had absolutely zero interest in them. Instead, she’d taken one look at him and decided he was one of those pigs that used women as conquests. And that fucking hurt.

That was why he’d agreed to be set up. Trying to meet someone on line or even in a club brought out all the wrong kinds of women for him. He had yet to meet someone that was looking for something serious, not just some fun fling or one night stand.

He sighed, and read the message again.

Hi Kristoff, this is Anna, the woman who was rude to you last night and who you wish you probably never met. I need to say that I am sorry for how I acted and what I said to you. Clearly! I have issues to deal with. I would hope you have it in your heart to meet me quickly so that I may apologize in person. If you wish to never talk to me again though, I completely understand. If I don’t hear back from you in a couple of days, I will assume I have my answer and delete your number. I am sorry.

It read like an email, and quite frankly a little bit of a cry for help. He certainly had his own issues, and he could not deny that her acknowledging her own had softened his attitude towards how she had treated him. It wasn’t like he was exactly innocent of never behaving poorly when he was dealing with things. When his sister had let him know to expect her to contact him, he just shrugged and assumed he’d delete the message and move on. Only having read it and its sincerity…

He started typing.

Hi Anna. Thank you for reaching out. Please don’t be too hard on yourself. If you would like to talk, we could meet for a coffee?

He read it three times and hit send before he changed his mind. He’d just set his phone down when it dinged.

He chuckled. “That was fast.”

Thank you so much Kristoff! Would tomorrow work? I could meet you at 11 at that coffee shop that’s just on the corner of 10th and Elm?

He typed back;

Sure. See you then

Anna immediately hearted his message and he set his phone down. He’d been watching the game on TV and he turned his attention back to it, only in the back of his mind he had other thoughts about how seeing this woman again was going to go.

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