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utopiaordering myself some salmonand a hard-boiled egg, the twenty year old sitting at the stool next to mine suffers from the perky chill of perfection on her goosebumped breasts as she awaits her breakfast cup of coffee utopia brings with it the blessing of our comfortable nudity that allows me to stare until I can make that observation and share a smile of mutual understanding with her while not even needing to hide the mixed feeling I have of intense attraction to her blushed nipples on white skin, that and my all too natural sense that my arm should slide around her thin-boned waist in an easy companionship with a quiet laugh she gives me a nudge out of my reverie and despite the constancy of weather control we manage to talk about the weather, where a large naked man is always a degree too hot and a small naked woman a degree too cold (C) 2/12/06 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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