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| sexual fantasy story of Sasa Handa : |
| ime to try something else. "You like this, baby?" I asked Sasa's gently. Sasa Handa murmured an assent. "Good. Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something." I slipped off the bed and hopped barefoot into Sasa's kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the long, thin kind) or three from Sasa's freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the drying rack by the sink. Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good cliche now and then. Al |