Enchanted

I was... mesmerized.

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She had medium long dark hair blown gently by the wind. Mediterranean skin glistened moist in the heat. Dark lips, not shiny, but as if stained by red wine, were plump and I immediately imagined my tongue tasting her bottom lip.

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There's something wonderful about braless summer white, revealing details usually hidden, teasing glimpses. I have a weakness for puffy nipples, only slightly hardened from the breeze.

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Damn.

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I imagined much more than watching her. Perhaps it was the heat, or maybe, it's just been far too long since I felt a woman shudder.