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The sound of the sea behind us the sand dune protected us from a slight evening breeze some Arab guy was playing a guitar up at base camp laughter from others singing on the wind carried and Miriam said you want to make out Benny? here? I said sure why not? she said won't they miss us? I said they wouldn't miss the moon they're so ****** on the Arab wine junk they've been passing around in that big jar thing Miriam said we were close in the sand dune clumps of grass and sand warm my hand on her thigh other hand about her neck is it safe? I said safe for what? she said I haven't got no pox have you? no just wondering about in case you know? I said got the pill no worries there now kiss me she said so I did lips to lips kind of thing her hand unzipping my jeans her other hand around me want to? she said the guitar was still being plucked voices still sang laughter on the wind she had my pecker between fingers and thumb and talking to it I was seeing the moon over her shoulder stars blinking come on come she said then someone fired a rifle in the air silence followed then chatter we were well away so it didn't matter.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
+IT DIDN'T MATTER 1970
The sound of the sea behind us the sand dune protected us from a slight evening breeze some Arab guy was playing a guitar up at base camp laughter from others singing on the wind carried and Miriam said you want to make out Benny? here? I said sure why not? she said won't they miss us? I said they wouldn't miss the moon they're so ****** on the Arab wine junk they've been passing around in that big jar thing Miriam said we were close in the sand dune clumps of grass and sand warm my hand on her thigh other hand about her neck is it safe? I said safe for what? she said I haven't got no pox have you? no just wondering about in case you know? I said got the pill no worries there now kiss me she said so I did lips to lips kind of thing her hand unzipping my jeans her other hand around me want to? she said the guitar was still being plucked voices still sang laughter on the wind she had my pecker between fingers and thumb and talking to it I was seeing the moon over her shoulder stars blinking come on come she said then someone fired a rifle in the air silence followed then chatter we were well away so it didn't matter.
A BOY AND GIRL IN MOROCCO IN 1970
#sand#evening#morocco#1970#dune
TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
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