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sexually charged circuit fantasy story of Yoko Mikami :
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s and whipped cream. The memories are so
vivid I can smell the fresh strawberries. Yes, I can surely say I've
never been obsessed by a woman like you before. And for good reason.
I wake to a very fat woman drinking a large strawberry margarita
and looking quite puzzled at me. I regain composure, nonchalantly
adjust the tightening feeling in my shorts. Slowly, and without
notice, I slip away. The speaker buzzes with the last call of my
flight. I get to the gate, and board.
The thing that gets me about airplanes is the feeling of being a
sardine in a large aluminum can. Luckily the seats in my row are
unoccupied. The plane bumps it's way down the runway, and with great
force, lurches toward the sky. After the seatbelt light snuffs out I
raise the armrests, raise my feet, and relax while cracking open the
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