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Net stockings over well shaped legs
recalled scenes from B movies, long ago. I almost expected her to have a cigarette in a long holder… until I looked into her eyes. Deep green, sparkling in the dim light, they pulled at that part of me that had no name… but I knew I needed to please her… whatever that meant. Her voice was low, husky, as I began to give her my best lines… she laughed at the right places… her gloved hand touching mine… lightly, intimately, then flitting away like a dark butterfly. A few drinks and I worked up the courage to ask her if she’d like to leave… with me. A brilliant white flash in the darkness was all the answer I needed and I took her hand, leading her toward the door. Outside, we stopped in the shadows and her warm sensuous lips caressed mine, her tongue inquisitively searching the inside of my mouth. As she pushed up against me, her full breasts spread across my chest, the hard nipples teasing mine. Suddenly, I became aware of the heat emanating from between her legs as she wrapped herself around me. Coming up for air, I whispered… “Please, tell me that’s a gun…”
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