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Mid-morning
By: Her Bessiness

My mind takes my body to a sweet forbidden place. No one gets hurt and no one’s feet get dirty. It is very powerful and it seems to have a life of its own. Nothing tangible happens and my life goes on as usual. I have the gift of my erotic imagination giving me what I need - my heart to race, my pulse to pound, and for me to surrender completely to one more long, hard, deep breath.

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