lusting
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The mangos are nestled in separate padded hollows, the market stand only a few feet wide. I gently pick one up, inhaling the glorious juicy aroma. I close my eyes, and stand for a few long seconds, allowing the scent to transport me back.
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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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Have you ever picked up on that undertone of eroticism when in the company of others?
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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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He shifts a little, rubs his unshaven chin. His glance flickers from the current speaker to my thighs, and back again. I try not to notice.
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