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There is a slow deliberation on the ********** before the mirror in your room the slow removal piece by piece until you are down to your underwear and bra. You stand there gazing looking at the mirrored bed behind imagining Benny was there giving you the eye. But he isn't of course just your wanting him there gazing at your strip-show with his hazel eyes. Your clothes lie where they fell. You pretend he is cheering you on commenting on your revealed flesh and shape. Downstairs your mother is preparing dinner the radio pushing out some Mendelssohn. You sigh and pick up the fallen clothes and stack them neat and dress in after school clothes bit by bit knowing Benny isn't there to see. Your mother calls you like a laboured cow and you guess you'll eat the dishes up dinner somehow.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
Lizbeth's Strip Tease 1961
There is a slow deliberation on the ********** before the mirror in your room the slow removal piece by piece until you are down to your underwear and bra. You stand there gazing looking at the mirrored bed behind imagining Benny was there giving you the eye. But he isn't of course just your wanting him there gazing at your strip-show with his hazel eyes. Your clothes lie where they fell. You pretend he is cheering you on commenting on your revealed flesh and shape. Downstairs your mother is preparing dinner the radio pushing out some Mendelssohn. You sigh and pick up the fallen clothes and stack them neat and dress in after school clothes bit by bit knowing Benny isn't there to see. Your mother calls you like a laboured cow and you guess you'll eat the dishes up dinner somehow.
TerryCollett
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
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