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Porn as Art
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Porn as Art It had been one helluva month. Bridget lay on the lounge next to the pool and soaked up the sun. She put down her magazine, picked up her margarita. "I should have done this ago", she thought. She thought about Jimmy. Jimmy. "How could I have been so foolish? I needed a Jim or a James and I fell in love with an adolescent. How could he ever have chosen Fortnight over her? Why did she let him? Two weeks ago, she had finally had enough. She threw his sorry ass out, went to the laptop, booked a reservation for a flight and hotel at a resort in Jamaica. It was so quiet here. Just what she needed. And she was all by herself. She packed a few things, bikinis mostly, and covers. She would spend five days here doing nothing but whatever she wanted to. For a change. A couple entered the pool area. They settled down on the other side of the pool. Mid-40s, trim, fit. She was very attractive. Her bikini barely covered her. Like Bridget's. He was taller, in good shape, very little body hair. She spied them from behind her sunglasses. She would have to keep her eye on them. The server came, brought her another margarita. The tequila emboldened her. She shifted in her chair. Her top pulled to one side, exposing her nipple. She liked her nipples. They were huge and so different from her friends. She looked across the pool. The man didn't seem to notice. The woman definitely did, smiled, raised her glass. Bridget smiled back, raised hers in return. The tequila was making her hot. She didn't care about anything any more. She shifted again, reached down, pulled her bottom to one side, exposed her cunt. The woman got up, got in the pool, swam over to her. "So that's how you get some attention", she thought. All kinds of attention, it turned out.  |
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Nice
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Awesome
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Nicely done.
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