The seductive slosh and gurgle of the bottles handled is as exciting to
me as the feel of lush, warm flesh beneath my palms.
I sweat, nervous and shaking to think of the burning fire in my throat.
The warmth in my belly.
The need in my mouth.
I stare, dreaming of languid freedom.
And I
Turn away.
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