My two best girl friends are Shauna and Kristin. We have been friends since we were little kids. Now we’re all in college together, but don’t have a lot of time to spend together. So, we try to plan evenings and weekends together to keep close, you know?

We always have a great time. We’re all cute 21 year olds, so it’s easy to have fun. Shauna made reservations for the weekend at a hotel in Atlantic City, but I had to drive to Ohio for a family emergency, and there was no way I could drive back in time to meet up with the girls. Plus, I wasn’t crazy about driving all that way by myself. I’m only 5 ft 1, and my long brown hair and slim body make me look even younger than I am. But Shauna wasn’t about to let me off the hook. She said she would pay for a plane ticket if I left my car with my parents and went to AC.

I got my doctor to prescribe some valium and got ready for to the trip. The morning of my flight I was so scared I forgot everything. I left my coat, and the bottle of valium in the car. Sitting at the gate later I was so freaked out. There I was, in a silly tight red dress with no coat, and hyperventilating for the world to see. I noticed that a lot of people, men and women, sitting at the gate were staring. How rude, I thought at first.

But then I happened to look down and notice that my nipples, hard from the cold, were pointing straight through the top of my dress, and I had nothing to cover myself with. I blushed and crossed my arms. A man walking by smiled and said Good thing you covered up. They won’t let you on the plane with a pair of bullets like that. I scowled at him and turned away. Asshole. It was kind of funny though.

Soon they called for boarding. I got on the plane and found my seat. I mentioned to a flight attendant that I was really scared and she promised to check in on me. I key my eyes squeezed shut as the plane taxied down the runway and rose into the air. When we leveled off, and my flight attendant friend was back. She had a little bottle of vodka and a blanket. She handed both to me with a wink. I covered myself with the blanket and downed the vodka in one swig. I was starting to feel better already.

I thought back to everyone staring at my hard nipples. It’s not usually my tits that get looked at, so I wasn’t used to it. Usually people notice my legs – they’re long for my height and end with trim hips and a round tight ass. Suddenly I wasn’t scared at all. I was fucking horny.

Damn, save it for Atlantic City, I told myself, but it didn’t work. I felt a heat building between my legs. But just then the plane hit a pocket or turbulence, and I was terrified again. The friendly flight attendant came over to see how I was doing. She stroked my arm sweetly before moving on to another passenger. Her touch was enough to set me on fire. I was breathing hard again, but not with fear. I looked around, and everyone was sleeping or reading, not paying any attention to me. I slid my hand under the blanked, down towards the hem of my dress, and then back up under it.

As my hand reached the junction between my legs I could feel heat and moisture radiating from my pussy. I spread my legs a little and let my hand rest on top of my panties. I glanced around again and decided to go for it. I slid the lacy fabric aside and let my fingers play over my bare slit. I sighed and began to rub my clit gently. At that moment the plane shook again from turbulence, but I didn’t care. I used the jostling to slide a finger inside my now dripping pussy and began to slide it in an out quickly. All I could hear was rushing in my head and the sound of my own jagged breathing.

I realized that I was going to cum right there. I rubbed my clit hard as I felt myself climaxing. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan, still rubbing. I could feel my pussy juices flowing and my nipples growing tight and hard as my cunt clamped down on my finger. And just that quickly, it was over. One of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. As I basked in my private afterglow I noticed that the turbulence had stopped. The flight attendant came over to say that we were out of the bad weather and landing soon.

She said I must have been terrified, she could hear me breathing so hard and my face was still flushed. I grinned and nodded, but I knew the truth. The best way to get through a rough flight is not valium. It’s joining the mile high club all by yourself. By the time we landed I was ready for anything. And that’s what I got on the trip. But that’s another story… a really good one.

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A couple days after Becky moved in I came home late from work. I walked into the living room and saw that my computer was on. Thinking Becky had been using it to check her email, I didn’t really mind. I clicked to disable the screen saver and was shocked at what I saw. There were two windows open. One was Becky’s Gmail account, she had a lot of messages.

The other window was a Craigslist posting. It was from the causal encounters section, an area I’d heard about but never seen before. This was an ad for a woman looking to have sex with 5 guys in one day. Gross. I scrolled down just to see what else it said. That’s when I saw the photo. It was a shot of a girl laying on a bed with her face away from the camera. She was completely nude. She had big round breasts with the largest nipples I’d ever seen.

I was so shocked at the nudity that it took me a minute to notice that the hair on the girl in the photo looked familiar. I’d seen that curly blonde style before. Oh my gosh, I thought. That’s Becky. She curled her hair like that the day I met her. I slammed the lid of the computer down and sat in shock and disbelief. What kind of person would do that? Was she a prostitute? Did I have a hooker living in my apartment?

I ran to my room and locked the door. Obviously I had to do something. Becky was disgusting and I couldn’t live with her. But I couldn’t kick her out, I needed her half of the rent. I decided to got bed and think about it more in the morning. I got in bed and closed my eyes. The image I’d seen was stuck in my head and I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, the picture of Becky’s naked body haunting me.

I couldn’t help but think about that ad she placed. Would she really make love to five different men in one day? Was it possible? And I guessed it wasn’t making love. It was fucking, as they say. Just thinking the word had a strange effect on me. It was like a fire started to burn in the pit of my stomach, and a bit lower. I didn’t know what was happening, but it felt good. Weird, but good. Finally I fell asleep.

Being so busy with work I didn’t see Becky for a few days. That was fine with me. I was still confused about what I’d seen and didn’t know what to say to her. She was out every night when I came home until one Thursday. She was sitting on the couch in the skimpiest dress I’d ever seen, talking on the phone. She had her head back so she couldn’t see me as I entered the room. I noticed that half of her breasts were hanging over the top of her low neckline. A vision of those breasts bare flashed in front of my eyes and I blushed.

Too flustered to say anything I retreated to my room, yet again. I had just taken off my clothes to hop in the shower when Becky knocked on my door. I wrapped a towel around myself and told her to come in. She flopped down on my bed, her dress riding up to almost show her butt. Becky asked me what I was doing that night. I told her I would probably go back to the office to get some stuff done, and asked her why. She said she had a date and wanted to bring him over to the apartment, but didn’t want me to be uncomfortable.

I told her not to worry, that I’d be gone until very late, and she should have fun with her friend. I could imagine what kind of fun it would be, and I blushed again. Becky stood up and walked over to me. She put her hand on my chest, right above the towel. You’re flushed she said. You shouldn’t work so hard. I got that same feeling again low in my stomach, and couldn’t speak.

Becky looked me up and down and said she never realized what a hottie I was. I mean, I know I’m not bad looking. I’m about 5 ft 7 and I have long brown hair that I’ve heard is sexy. My measurements are 34 C – 26 – 33. I’m in good shape because I love yoga and swimming. But I’d never had anyone call me that before, and especially not a woman. I stuttered something and went to shower. I could hear Becky laughing behind me.

In the shower I looked down at my naked body. I guess I am kind of a hottie. I finished and went back to my room. I decided to lay down for a few minutes before heading back to the office. I opened my eyes what seemed like a moment later and noticed that it was dark outside. I looked at the clock and saw it was after midnight. Oh well, no work for me.

I was about to turn over and go back to sleep when I heard a noise. I remembered that Becky was having someone over and I was concerned. What if he hurt her? What if he hurt me? I decided to be brave, and crept quietly to the door and down the hall to Becky’s room. There was music playing but I could hear angry voices too.

I knelt in front of the door and looked through the keyhole. It occurred to me that I should have grabbed a knife or something. But before I could go and find a weapon, the scene in Becky’s room took my breath away. She was lying on the bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread and her makeup and hair were disheveled. Two men stood to the left of the bed. From my angle I couldn’t see their faces, but I could see they were naked, and they were erect. To the right of the bed stood another man. He too was nude, and as I watched he climbed onto the bed and on top of Becky. His body blocked my view, but I knew what they were doing. The other two men egged him on, using words I never said.

I realized the sounds I heard were not anger. They were passion. Something I’d never experienced before. This was nothing like the romantic movies I’d seen, or the tender love-making I’d imagined. It was raw, almost animalistic. I stood up and walked back to my room, feeling hot and flustered.

I sat down on the corner of my bed, arms wrapped around myself. I felt moisture between my legs and my chest was heaving. It was lime losing my mind. I felt my body move unbidden from my mind. I stood and removed my clothes without thinking. Now naked I stepped towards the door of my bedroom, stil not sure what I was doing…

TO BE CONTINUED

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She was very petite and hoped her charcoal gray business suit helped her look older than her 23 years. Her sister told her to wear a skirt just above the knee with high heels to help her seem taller. Taryn wasn’t sure that worked, but her legs did seem to be much longer than they actually were. She checked to make sure her curly red hair was securely tamed in a low ponytail and ran her tongue softly across her red lips.

Taryn shrugged, smiled and figured she looked as good as she could. Time to try and relax. She found the rocking motion of the train to be very soothing and soon began to doze off. She was only vaguely aware of the train stopping and passengers getting on.

Taryn suddenly jolted awake to the sound of a voice next to her. It was a tall man about her father’s age sitting in the seat across from her. She stared at his smirking face, confused. She asked what he said and he repeated that it must have been a nice dream. Taryn had no idea what he was talking about, but he motioned down toward her lap. She looked and realized her skirt was hiked up to just below her panties and her left hand was between her legs, high up on her thigh. She gasped and crossed her arms in front of her, blushing furiously.

The man laughed out loud and told her not to be embarrassed. It was the most action he’d gotten in months. She blushed again and looked away. He asked why he’d never seen her on the train before, she told him about the new job. He asked if she was nervous and she said very. That explains it, he said. You were just relieving some stress. Taryn looked down and apologized. She never did things like that.

The man said it was fine. Everyone does it. Maybe not on the train, but it’s natural. She blurted out that she had never touched herself that way, she didn’t think that’s what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was doing. He chuckled and nodded, clearly not believing her. Taryn was mortified. She didn’t say anything else.

A few moments later she felt movement and looked up. The man had stepped across the aisle and slid into the seat next to her. Taryn held her breath and she looked at him with wide eyes. He leaned toward her and told her it was all right. He knew what the motion of a train could do to women. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said she should do what she felt, and he would protect her. He would make sure no one else saw.

Taryn was about to yell at him when she realized she couldn’t speak. She was mesmerized, staring into his deep brown eyes. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself smile and nod. She took her hair down and let it fall around her face and shoulders. She ran her hands up her thighs and under her skirt. She never lost eye contact with the older man, and he seemed to prod her on without saying a word.

She felt the warm softness of her thighs, and slid one hand up to cover her panties. She noticed immediately that they were practically soaked through. Taryn moaned quietly and continued. She slid two fingers into the left side of her panties, sliding over her clean shaven mound. She slid down in her seat to get a better angle and licked her lips.

Taryn let her index finger come to rest on her clit and slid her middle finger over the swollen lips of her pussy. That man’s eyes burned into her and she slid one finger inside her tight wet cunt. On contact her head fell backwards, breaking her gaze with the man, but not his power over her. She pulled her fingers from inside her panties just long enough to slide them down her thighs to rest at her knees. She slid her legs open wider and went back to playing with her juicy young pussy with both hands. Two fingers slid in and out of her as another rubbed her clit. She panted heavily as she felt her body nearing release. She opened her eyes and stared at the man again. He held her gaze, seemingly uninterested in what she was doing below.

Taryn came with a loud gasp, and she slumped over to lean on the man’s shoulder. He stroked her hair as she pulled her hands from her lap and smoothed her skirt down. Suddenly the spell was broken and she began to cry. Shhh, he whispered as he caressed her shoulder. It’s all right. You didn’t do anything wrong. She wrapped her arms around herself and began to rock back and forth. What had she done? What kind of girl masturbates on a train in front of a total stranger. She looked at the man and he slid his hand down to her panties, still resting between her kness. Her eyes widened with panic as he slid them down over her toned calves and over her shoes.

Don’t worry he said, I’m not going to do anything to you. I just want these as a souvenir of the best train ride of my life. Before she could say anything the train pulled into a station and the man stepped off. Taryn realized she’d be at work soon. She straightened her clothes and put her hair up again. She looked out the window and muttered to herself, mine too. See you tomorrow.

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She tried to shrug it off and get ready for work. Another long, boring day of wishing she was anywhere else getting fucked by anyone, everyone. She sighed, got showered and dressed. Even though she was distracted, Kimmy was careful to make sure she looked good. And she did. At 27 her body was in perfect condition. Her tits were firm (if a little on the small side), her stomach was flat, her ass was round and her legs went on forever. She pulled her dirty blond hair into a ponytail, pulled on a body fitting red dress with matching stiletto heels. Not very practical, but very sexy.

Kimmy gave herself a last once over in the mirror, grabbed her purse and teetered off to the subway. The ride was rough for her. Being pressed up so closely against strangers was very arousing, and she blushed, glad no one could hear her thoughts. One day, she told herself, one day I’m just going to drop to my knees and suck the closest cock. That would be a nice change to a boring routine. The thought made her smile.

She was still grinning when she walked into her office building, just missing a crowded elevator. Kimmy pressed the button to call the other one, but nothing happened. Shit, she thought. I’m going to be late. Just then one of the maintenance men, Miguel came by and told her the second elevator had been out of service over night, but would be active in just a moment. She nodded at him, straightened her dress and stroked her hair while she waited.

Just as Miguel had promised, the elevator arrived soon, and Kimmy walked in. She pressed the button for her floor and took a deep breath. Another boring chore, standing in an elevator. She realized she should have thanked Miguel better. If he was in the elevator with her now she could let him stroke her tits, or squeeze her tight ass. Even though she’d never do such a thing, the very idea made Kimmy wet. She pressed her legs together and licked her lips. This was going to be a very long day.

Suddenly the elevator car jerked to a stop and Kimmy was thrown to the left. She stumbled and fell to the ground. Stupid heels, she thought. The elevator remained still, and she cursed. Kimmy got up on her knees and reached for the panel to use the emergency phone. She tried to stay calm as the phone rang for a few moments. Finally a voice responded and she explained that she was stuck in the elevator. The voice on the other end told her to hang on, as if she was going anywhere. Three or four minutes passed and Kimmy began to panic. What was going on? She yelled into the phone for help, but got no response, though the line was still open. She could hear voices in the background. Fuck, she thought. That asshole forgot all about me, and I’m stuck here.

Kimmy dropped the emergency phone and reached into her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and called the building’s front desk. She was relieved to hear Miguel’s voice on the other end. She told him she was stuck in the elevator. He gasped and asked if she was alright. She told him yes, but explained her inability to get help. He promised to work on it and call her right back. She thanked him and hung up.

Calmed from her conversation with Miguel, Kimmy was no longer afraid. Instead her earlier thoughts of him crept back into her head. She imagined him coming into the elevator to rescue her, and thought of ways to show her appreciation. She moaned as she felt herself get wet again. She sat down on the floor of the elevator, phone in her lap to wait for Miguel’s call.

In the meantime Kimmy’s mind continued to wander. She imagined that Miguel was stuck in the elevator with her, and the lights had gone out. In the dark they stood close to each other, not speaking. After a moment she felt his hand slide down her back to cup her ass. She moaned. His had slid lower, beneath the hem of her dress, and back up again, on the inside. He let his fingers creep up between her legs to her damp panties. His fingers slipped inside and played over her engorged clit and dripping pussy lips. Kimmy spread her legs to give him better access and let her head fall backward as his fingers started to vibrate on her pussy with a buzzing sound…

Kimmy was jolted from her fantasy by her phone vibrating in her lap. Her eyes flew open, she was still sitting on the floor of the elevator alone, panting. She grabbed the phone, and gasped hello. Miguel was on the other end, promising that help was coming, but it would be another 30-40 minutes. From her voice he thought she was upset. But she was actually so turned on she thought she might scream. An idea formed in her head. She told Miguel that she was afraid, and would he please call her every five minutes just to check in? He agreed, and she smiled.

Kimmy let herself fall back into her fantasy, but not before sliding her phone under her dress and pressing it up tightly against the soaking gusset of her panties. And right on cue, five minutes later it vibrated to life. Kimmy moaned and squeezed her hard nipples. She grabbed the phone and could smell her juices on it. She flipped it open and thanked Miguel for calling. She’d talk to him again in a few minutes.

They continued like that through four calls. Kimmy would imagine Miguel there with her, fucking her from behind, bent over against the wall. And her riding him on the floor. And him sliding his dick into her mouth as she fingered herself. The fourth call came in just as Kimmy was beginning to cum. She screamed as her entire body shook.

As she began to recover from the intense orgasm she realized something was different. Kimmy opened her eyes and saw that the elevator door was open, and a group of people stood outside starting at her. I guess that call was to tell me everything was fixed, she thought. Kimmy stood with as much grace as she could muster, straightened her clothes, picked up her purse and stepped from the elevator. From behind her a voice called out that she’d left her phone in the elevator. She ignored it and kept walking.

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I admit it, I’m a tease. I love turning men on wherever I go. i wear short skirts and tight tops. I go to the supermarket with no bra on and lean over a lot. I sit on bar stools with my leg slightly spread. I let my eyes wander down to the crotch of almost every man I meet. I can’t help it.

The fact is, teasing drives me wild. Just thinking how hard I make men, thinking about the hungry looks they give me makes me so wet.

I know what they’re thinking. They wonder if my 34C tits are as firm and juicy as they look (they are). They want to know if my sweet pussy is shaved and tight (it is).

I know what they want to do. They want to grab hold of my long brown hair and throw me to the ground right there. They want to slam their hard dicks into my soft pink mouth. They want to grab my tight round ass. They want to shove their cocks into my hot cunt. They want to unload their cum all over my pretty young face.

I know all that, and it makes me so hot. After a long day of teasing as many men as I can find I go home and call back all the memories. The looks, the offers. I wrap myself in all that desire and rub my clit until I explode.

So if you’ve been teased by me, don’t be upset. Just know you helped me cum over and over again.

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Katie, still shivering, dropped her clothes on the bathroom floor. A hot shower would be just the thing to make her feel better. She let the water run for a few minutes, heating up and filling the small room with steam. She looked in the mirror at her naked and warming body. Not bad, she thought. A few months of working out had melted away her baby fat and left a toned but lush form behind. At twenty she was just starting to learn to appreciate her good looks. Long curly copper hair covered her shoulders, framing her round, slightly freckled face. She smiled as the mirror fogged up and hid her from view.

She climbed into the shower and sighed. Yes, this was exactly what Katie needed. She looked down at her body, pink from the hot water. She started to lather up, enjoying the feeling of her hands running up and down her skin. She thoughtlessly ran her hands over her 34-D breasts, which make her nipples harden.

Her hand slid down over her firm abs to her perfectly trimmed pubic hair. She chuckled to herself and slid it further. Might as well really take advantage of the alone time. Katie stepped closer to the rushing water and raised one leg to the edge of the tub. She let her thumb rest gently on her clit as she rubbed her pussy lips with two fingers. Her head fell forward as she gave alternating squeezes to her luscious tits.

Katie moaned and bit her bottom lip and she slid first one finger then two inside her tight pussy. She pushed them in and out as far as she could and began to rub her clit vigorously with her other hand. Pressure started to build as she panted; lost in the feeling of her fingers and the hot water beating down on her lithe nude body. Suddenly she felt herself crest into a powerful orgasm and threw her head back. She let her fingers slip gently out of her pussy and gave her clit a soft pat. Damn, that was exactly what she needed. She was definitely warm now.

Katie rinsed herself and stepped out of the shower. She knew her sorority sisters would be back soon, so she hurried to gather her things and get back to her room. By the time the group returned Katie was dressed again and ready to get to work on the party.

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She’d spent the morning in meetings with some new coworkers. She sat next to Jack, a brilliant attorney who smelled like heaven. Every time he moved she got a whiff of his spicy aftershave with an undercurrent of raw male musk. Within minutes she felt herself moisten. The meeting was agony, and she fled to her office and shut the door as soon as it ended. She sent an office-wide message asking not be disturbed as she needed to catch up on some paperwork.

Maggie sat down behind her big desk and took a deep breath. Focus, she told herself. You have work to do. But the pile of forms in front of her was no match for her dripping snatch. She let her black pencil skirt slide up as she slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose. Jesus, she thought. What a dirty slut I am, soaking through my panties at the office.

After just a moment she decided to go for it. She quickly ripped through the seam of the pantyhose and slid the thin band of her panties out of the way. Legs spread, she ran her fingers gently over her smooth shaved pussy. It was very, very wet. She raised a finger to her mouth to taste her sweet juices. She moaned.

Maggie unbuttoned her sweater, unhooked her bra and let her tits hang free. Her nipples were swollen and hard. She rubbed her clit and licked her lips. It felt so good, but she needed something more. She noticed a big dry erase marker on the corner of her desk, and smiled wickedly. It wasn’t a hard cock but it would do.

She stood up, grabbed the marker, and stuck it in her mouth for lubrication. It occurred to her what a sight she would be for someone who walked in. Tall and voluptuous, she knew people loved to stare at her body, male and female. Her jet black hair hung in a straight sheet down to her waist, accentuating her pale creamy skin. The idea of being caught like that, breasts and pussy exposed turned her on, and she leaned forward over her desk.

Maggie rubbed her swollen tits over the cool surface of her desk as she slid the marker inside her tight twat from behind. She bit her lip as she started thrusting it in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. She imagined Jack and his sexy swell behind her, fucking hard. In just moments she was dripping pussy juice on the floor and trying hard not to scream. Fuck me Jack, fuck me hard, she muttered to herself. That was all she needed. She was cumming.

Maggie’s legs were shaking and weak. She slid the marker out of her, dropped it back on the desk and collapsed into her chair. She took a deep breath, fixed her clothes and went back to work. An hour later as she was finishing her paperwork she grabbed the dry erase marker that still smelled like her pussy. She resolved to take it to her next meeting with Jack. She’d see if he liked her smell as much as she enjoyed his. Maybe next time he’d join her behind the closed office door.

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I was stuck in a shitty relationship with a loser guy. He was so busy drinking, being hung over and stuffing his face that he never wanted to fuck me. And I’m a cute girl. I was 22 at the time (3 years ago). I’m just over 5 feet tall and have shoulder length chestnut brown hair. I’m small all over with 34 B breasts and a 26 inch waist and a cute face.

Anyway, I got sick and tired of being horny and lonely and depressed, lying in bed next to that idiot. One morning I woke up dying to get fucked hard. Really pounded. I tried to rouse him with kisses and even a hand job, but he told me to fuck off. So I did. I rolled back to my side of the bed and fucked myself silly. Not that he cared.

After having a nice wank I got up, went to work, and had a fine day. In fact, I had a great day. That’s when I realized that getting off in the morning would make every day better. So, every morning for the next two weeks I did it in the bed, in the bathroom, hell, even in the kitchen while coffee was brewing. I was so happy I decided to dump the loser, get my own place, and move on with my life.

Three years later, here I am, happy as a clam. I date good guys now and recently got a big promotion at work. On the rare morning I don’t get off, I am lost. So I just don’t miss a day. If you’re looking to change your life, start every day with one hand rubbing a tit and the other on your clit.

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When I’m playing with my vibrating toy friend I fantasize that I’m a sex slave to dozens of men with giant dicks and women with huge, heaving tits. They make me play with myself until I cum, over and over, and over again. This fantasy drives me wild and I can’t keep from screaming.

Me tight pink pussy is pulsating and I can hardly breathe. My clit is on fire and I don’t think I can take much more. In my fantasy they’re holding me down as I thrash around, begging to be fucked. All around me there are big hard cocks sliding into red lips and wet pussies. Someone slides a hard nipple attached to a soft tit into my mouth. I hold on for dear life to keep from screaming again. Then I feel a tongue on my clit, and it’s all over. My body quivers and shakes and I feel my pussy juice run down my leg.

Back in the real world I’m lying on the floor, completely spent. My nipples are hard, my face is flushed. I take a moment to catch my breath and wish I wasn’t alone. At least I still have my toy. Might have to go again.

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