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sexual fantasy story of Ann Nanba :
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it if you can,
as Samuel Goldwyn didn't say.
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Wednesday. Last night I told J that I thought my nipples were
healed completely and showed him. They really have healed perfectly; a
little sensitive, still, but healed. The tiny rings that pierce them
are barely bigger than the nipples themselves. When they aren't erect,
only half the ring protrudes from the little folds in my areolas. He
had been saving a small surprise for me, the dear. He'd bought a pair
of very small pendants for me. They are gold with tiny garnet tear-
drops at the ends. They are sweet. I remember them from the shop in
San Francisco. He put them on for me. They dangle and brush against my
areolas when I move; they make me feel sexyÄÄmore aware of myself. He
said he still thought the band-aids were sexy. Hmmmm.
Then he put something else on me. It was a kind of a leather g-
string, but the strap between my legs was much wider than a string. It
smelled strongly of leather. Actually, it is neatsfoot oil and wax, he
says. It has two belt buckles in front, although it really doesn't
need more than one, with a cent
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