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How comes the woman undresses slowly, maybe not conscious of the slowness, not a deliberate seductiveness, not acting a part for real or imaginatively, but because maybe her mind is elsewhere, deeper matters than slowness of removing items of clothing, thinking perhaps of why her husband is home so late, and for the third night running and no explanation or anything like a reason for the lateness, or maybe because her father died so sudden, just like that, one minute there, then gone, gone for good or bad, still she undresses slowly, letting the items fall to the floor, one by one, not thinking of anything perhaps, just lost in the moment of now, taking off the coverings of the day, and then to stand naked and feel just feel the slight touch of air blowing on her there.
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:27 AM UTC
How Come The Woman.
How comes the woman undresses slowly, maybe not conscious of the slowness, not a deliberate seductiveness, not acting a part for real or imaginatively, but because maybe her mind is elsewhere, deeper matters than slowness of removing items of clothing, thinking perhaps of why her husband is home so late, and for the third night running and no explanation or anything like a reason for the lateness, or maybe because her father died so sudden, just like that, one minute there, then gone, gone for good or bad, still she undresses slowly, letting the items fall to the floor, one by one, not thinking of anything perhaps, just lost in the moment of now, taking off the coverings of the day, and then to stand naked and feel just feel the slight touch of air blowing on her there.
TerryCollett
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Jun 3, 2026 at 3:27 AM UTC
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