I was alone.

Or it always seemed that way after 11 consecutive hot tub orgies.

Hot bodies and the scent of boiling sperm.

We seemed crazed.

Like ice, we shoulda melted, yet we stayed firm, solid.

I was the ring leader, everyone followed my baton like we were playing fetch.

Oh and the boys always caught my stick, in and out, and over again.

My cream dream.

Enough seared wet flesh to open a Ladies Handbag store.

Tight skin over curvaesious muscle.

Nipples, like church steeples, waiting to be worshipped.

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