breath
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I am on the third floor when the entry door shudders open, disgorging an obscenely handsome male-god in a dark blue shirt. I stop hard to avoid a collision, my lips parted, to find myself staring straight into his delightfully dark eyes..
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The room is already mostly full of serious looking females, seated on their single-wheeled bicycles.
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It’s good to be home. I very much relish the periods of time I spend in my oasis of comfort.
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Her long limbs keep flexing and stretching their way into my vision as I try my very best to salute the sun.
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“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” His deep voice immediately brings to mind the word sultry.
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Tendrils of hair dip into the water, and I slide down to submerge my breasts, enjoying the wet heat of the water.
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