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earlier in the evening. He
liked it, too. Then we went into Mark's bedroom and lay on the
bed for a while to relax. Mark turned on the radio to a local
rock station. The rhythm of the music seemed to revive us, and
in the next hour or so we had two more three-way fucks. As the
guest, I was always given the position of honor in the middle.
I didn't mind a bit. By midnight, all three of us were pretty
well done in. Chip and I got dressed, had another beer with
Mark, called a cab and went home. As we left, Mark insisted
that I keep the leather cock ring I had used "as a souvenir." I
still have it.
--
A woman lies peacefully slumbering on Mika's bed, clad in naught
but a twisted satin sheet of midnight blue. The sheer white curtain
ripples back and forth into the room, as so commanded by the
imperious summer breezes. The woman's silken locks spill over Mika's
shoulders and fan out on the pillow, threaded through with strands
of silver which glint in the early morning light filtering through
the translucent fabric. Mika's pale skin seems to glow slightly in the
faint sunlight.
Mika Nakashima utters an almost soundless sigh and turns restlessly in Mika's
sleep, shifting the sheet so t
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