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"I've been dreaming...about
you," I said, as I leaned towards you to unbutton your shirt, our
bodies just inches apart. The strap of my dress slides off my my shoulder,
dropping just enough for you to glimpse a small, pink nipple. Your eyes
no longer meet mine but that's all right. You're looking exactly where
I want you to be looking. I want you to want me more than you've ever
wanted any woman before. I want you to need me, my body. I want you to
take it. Without asking, without pleasantries, without hesitation. I want
you to rock my world.
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