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Really hard. Right here. He sounded believable. But still, the poor guy. So why did she do it? Jane laughs. She says she just gets these urges sometimes. Again the laugh.
Back in her twenties she used to do it a fair bit. You meet Susie in a bar the following Friday night. You know her by her back, her poise, her neck. You lose your nerve. You do not ask her about Brad. You go home early before she has her second drink. An erotic story, originally posted on my Lust Illustrated Site.
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We should be there by now. What time is it? She may never let me forget this is the first thing I said to her. Did she say sweaty or sweetie? Either would be annoying. I want to be angry with her but she smells like jasmine.
A bit shorter, but still pretty pathetic. She is still smiling. Finally, a sentence. Subject, verb, the whole thing. Maybe she will be impressed. Do you want something from your cabin luggage? Christ, have they deliberately given me the single most annoying hostess in the entire world? Feels like it at the moment. After you asked me to show you my tits and then passed out, I looked in your cabin luggage to see if you were a pervert. And I found your NJoy. You want it with breakfast?
You were quite awful. I must have been in a fever or something. I have malaria. After that, she just stood there smiling like I am mouse, and she is holding me by the tail. The moment was not brief. I sat there with mouth open, until the sweat from my forehead dripped onto my nose. She was fresh as a daisy. Did she really flash me?
I can dimly recall it actually happening. But maybe I am imagining it and she is just messing with me. Her smile is impossible to read. Anyway, enjoy your buttplug! Then she walks off and one of the other staff brings me my breakfast, and water, and head towels, and apologizes for the delay, and tells me I will be in Cairo in half an hour.
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