Martine and I

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M.c and I had met him by chance after a long time. The last time, a year earlier, on a hot summer evening, we had had an ice cream and chatted with old friends, yet we barely knew each other. Everything was over there, in front of his house. We had said goodbye and each had resumed his own path. M. wore a pair of jeans and an elastic blouse, very tight that enhanced her full breasts and narrow hips. The soft brown hair descended into wavy strands on her neck and…

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Eroticism

Eroticism

Dreamer, Speaker, Doer — Writer of erotic short stories.