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ed to Yuko's face and heard Yuko's soft sobs. Yuko Ogura turned to me and her
lips, swollen from Yuko's own biting, parted for a deep hungering kiss.
Yuko Ogura then moved Yuko's mouth to taste Yuko's own passion which was on my face
still. I had never been with this Heather. This was a whole new woman,
a whole new adventure in sexuality.
After that, I released Yuko's and we made slow, passionate love.
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It was while I was tied under the car that I started wondering
about my sexual preferences. Was this really a way to get my
kicks? I mean, autoeroticism is one thing, but auto eroticism?
This wasn't fun at all. Worse yet, it wasn't even arousing me.
Hmm -- perhaps I should explain how I got there.
This all took place some time after the breakup with John. Roger
and I hit it off very well, though not without a few strains.
For one thing, we found that it generally didn't work well to
spend the night together during the week; being together all day
at work, and then all evening, was just too much togetherness.
But weekends, and an occasional exception, were great fun, and
our holidays together were marvelous. We tried to keep matters
cool at work (except for the time I really chained him to his
desk, but I'll get to that later); some of the staff
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