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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Eriko Shimizu :
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t and other stuff, and to an oriental
import house that sells cheap Indian body jewelry: silver plated
necklaces, belts, toe rings, bell earrings, etc. They will go with the
harem outfit.
That afternoon, I fulfilled another fantasy. I spent the hours
after lunch preparing myself. One of the fantasies that I had written
to him about involved me as a kind of forest goddess (sounds hokey, I
know) that has green skin and tatoos of vines growing all over Eriko's
body. I covered myself (hair, too, blow-dried) with green food color-
ing (quite a job, that) and finished up with body-painting honeysuckle
vines growing up both legs, wrapping around my body, twining in
spirals on my bum cheeks and breasts, encircling my nipples and
growing around my neck and in tendrils around my arms, completely
covering me. I even had vines winding up the sides of my face to merge
with my eyebrows. It took me over two hours to get myself ready. I
finished at sunset and turned on some of the exotic dance music.
Wearing nothing but my garnet pendants, I danced for him. I did a
kind of
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