Mag's Choice 27: Lesbian Lesbian Porn

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I left on United Flight 831 at 940 this morning.

I was all alone in the house and enjoying myself immensely.

husband was off to Denver to make some very valuable contacts at a convention

of real estate brokers. Harry was in advertising, a junior executive on his

way up the corporate ladder.

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He'd agreed to call me from Denver that evening before I went to sleep.

Half-jokingly, I told him to pay off the whore and get her out of the hotel room before calling.

At last.

We exchanged banalities.

I miss you.

Wind and snow in Denver. I love you too, darling.

A good flight. Rather warm here.

Unasked, what color was her hair?

Was she a good lay?

Were her tits juicy and round?

Yes, United Flight 480, arriving 1245 on Pacific Standard Time.

I can hardly wait. Love you. Take care.

That night, I had the most beautiful, erotic dreams.

For a number of years, I'd been successful in concealing my lesbian tendencies from my husband.

Occasionally, my subconscious would play hell with me.

This was one of those times.

Exciting, obscene, poetic images projected themselves into my dream.

They were needed. They were welcomed.

I dreamt I was on a beach.

A gray, sunless, cold beach.

A symbol of the drab, unsatisfying life I lived.

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