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Dana and the Angel of Lost Girls - 3
by Sailbad (sailbad@storiesonline.org)
***
The closing story of a pretty, young hermaphrodite
woman with a wounded spirit who spends a fabulous
morning in the arms of her first lesbian lover. Is it
love? Dana's life will change for good. (FF, cons,
rom, herm, oral, squirt)
***
PART 3: The Morning After
Dana had a wonderful dream. She floated to her
hometown on a soft cloud of purple flowers. Her mother
welcomed her home, brimming with pride. When she
arrived on her old familiar streets the entire town
was there to greet her like an avenging hero. They had
a parade for her, she was treated like royalty and her
beauty was roundly praised. There were humble
apologies from everyone. At the end of the parade a
banquet was held in her honor. It was hosted by a
beautiful, auburn-haired young woman of great renown
and distinction. Dana could not see her face but she
knew who the young woman was.
----
She did not know what time it was, an increase in the
drone of traffic and a trace of light glowing around
the edge of the curtain told Dana it was early
morning. She felt two soft, fleshy pillows lightly
dragging over her skin and then a pair of lips kissing
her arm, her shoulder and her neck. She smiled and
opened her eyes to see a tussled halo of hair and two
puffy eyes beaming down upon her. "Good morning," said
Violett, kissing her tenderly.
"Good morning," answered Dana when their lips parted.
"Who's been sleeping in my bed?" A thrill like a
summer breeze blew through her as the fond memory of
who shared her bed refreshed itself in her mind. She
rolled onto her back and stretched. She felt so
invigorated and happy.
"Do you like sex in the morning," asked last night's
angel?
"I don't know," replied Dana bemusedly. "I suppose
it's never too late to learn." It would have been
impossible to say no to those lips. Those lips were
kissing her neck and shoulder again, working their way
toward Dana's tender breasts. She smiled to herself,
this woman had a way of really making her feel wanted,
and that was so nice to wake up to. She felt the tuft
of Violett's pubic area against her thigh. Violett was
rubbing herself against her, priming herself for the
approaching act. Dana could feel the moistness of her
lover's anticipation smearing on her leg. She swept
her fingers through her own labia and found a matching
ambition. Her erection was stirring awake too, anxious
for another taste of sweet Violett. The rest of Dana's
body was not quite as alert. She cradled her bedmate
in her arms and passively let herself be made love to.
Violett found her nipple and attached herself to it.
Meanwhile, she had straddled Dana's thigh and was
grinding herself with blind determination. Dana lifted
her knee to give her lover a better objective. She
heard soft, steady moans from her partner, rising in
pitch to meet that pinnacle of delight. Violett tensed
and squealed through her body's commotion. Dana
stroked her and kissed her head after it had passed
its course. Violett recovered and continued. Their
lovemaking continued for over a half an hour, Violett
exercised herself from one peak to the next while
alternating attention on Dana's nipples; Dana enjoying
her own rub in a slow push against Violett's hip.
Dana was so contented to let her body be used for her
lover's pleasure. She could have gladly spent the
entire morning watching her pet enjoy herself so
shamelessly and affectionately. After a particularly
intense climax had wrought her, Violett rose up from
Dana's body. She lay across Dana, to the side and
lowered her head to Dana' lap. Dana felt kisses about
her navel, hips and thighs. She smiled as she felt an
assault mounted teasingly toward her sex.
Violett kissed her way to Dana's vulva and then parted
the lips with her tongue, delving through the puffy
lips she went the length and then worked back and
forth to tantalize the sensitive folds with her raspy
lick. When she had driven Dana to deep sighs, she
finally turned her attention to the now achingly stiff
erection which rose from the top of the narrow slit in
a gentle arc toward Dana's belly. She drug her tongue
over it in the same fashion, pushing Dana's
anticipation to the extreme before her lips passed
over the tip and engulfed the member into her mouth's
silky embrace.
Dana moaned loudly. She was quickly brought to the
precipice of ultimate pleasure just like she was
brought the night before. Violett's mouth was working
a mastery on her precious little organ she found hard
to believe. That mouth was sliding up and down as the
tongue swirled and flittered all about its length and
tip. Soft lips gripped the long, tender clitoris and
her gentle suction drew the supple flesh snugly
against her licking caress. Just as quick as that,
Dana felt her climax approaching.
Violett's thumb entered her and pressed upon the roof
of her vagina, Dana plunged over the edge. She
grunted, thrust up her hips, and her urethra spat out
her ejaculation against Violett's pressed palm. Her
body, still weak from her night's sleep, twitched and
shook. Violett sucked hard on her until her crisis had
fully passed and then released her and began kissing
her length. That was Dana's first early morning tryst
and as the soothing afterglow spread through her she
pondered making it a regular habit in her life.
Violett rose and smiled wickedly. She positioned
herself on her knees straddling Dana's hips. Dana knew
what they were about to engage in and placed her hands
on Violett's waist. Violett lifted Dana's still-erect
flesh and positioned it at her sex's open gate. She
lowered herself on Dana, sank down to sit in Dana's
pelvis, and then gyrated to fully set their congress.
Dana spread her knees to afford unobstructed access.
They took each other by the hands and laced their
fingers. For a long time they just smiled at each
other.
Violett began to move, astounding Dana with a motion
that would make a belly dancer proud. She moved only
her hips and alternated between a rocking and a
circular action. The way she moved was causing Dana's
penis to be swirled around in soft, silky-smooth
depths almost as stimulating as her mouth. Violett's
eyes closed and she threw back her head. She arched
her back and pressed her pubic bone against Dana's,
her dance intensified and she moaned her pleasure.
Dana lifted her head to watch their patches grind
against each other. She admired the contrast between
her red curls and her lover's dark comb. She noticed
Violett's breasts hanging in front of her, swaying
enticingly. She wrapped her arms around Violett's back
and pulled herself into the soft flesh. She found a
nipple with her mouth, sucking and tickling it with
her tongue like had been done to hers. The effect on
Violett was immediate. Her groans became louder, her
breathing quickened and her hips twisted and ground
with a fierce urgency. She was rising to some pinnacle
higher than anything she had displayed the night
before. Suddenly, Dana felt every muscle in Violett's
body tense and harden under her soft skin. "Oh, puss!"
she exclaimed out loud and just froze, "Ohhh!" Her
voice fell off into a kind of wailing lament. She
remained straining above Dana for almost a minute
before grunting and then collapsing atop her like a
wet towel. Dana caught her and followed her down.
Dana wondered if her partner was alright. She reached
for Violett's hand lying by her face and clasped it.
She was relieved when the hand responded, laced her
fingers and held tight. Dana soothed and stroked her
beautiful friend and contemplated the simple symbolism
of two lover's clasped hands. The minutes passed as
the two reflected on their union.
Dana needed to pee. She carefully rolled Violett onto
her back. She brushed the hair from Violett's face and
then kissed her on each of her eyelids. Violett smiled
and said hoarsely, "' couple more like that and I'll
be in a coma."
Dana kissed her again and said, "You rest, I gotta go
tinkle."
"Don't lose your way back," she replied.
Dana pulled the covers over her lover and slid out of
bed. In the bathroom she squat down on the toilet and
assessed herself. Her penis hung out before her vulva,
swollen and distended from her extended rut, her labia
were still puffed out from the remnants of her
arousal. With one hand she lifted the dangling
clitoris out of the way and spread apart the stretched
and bloated flaps to pee. There was a bit of a sting
that she always had when she urinated not long after
an ejaculation. It passed and she enjoyed her relief.
She reached over to the sink and turned on the hot
water then tossed a washrag into the basin.
Arising from her squat, she faced the mirror and
looked at herself. It was her familiar fresh morning
face with no trace of shame or remorse, just a glint
of seasoned wisdom gained from her newfound awareness.
She took the rag from the sink, wrung it, and tended
to her adventured sex. She wiped away the dried
remains of herself and Violett's ardor. In the
soothing warmth she found a new pride in her maligned
genitals. They had rewarded her richly and in stark
contrast to her past affairs, they had been welcomed
and cherished by a doting lover. Yes, she liked the
woman she saw in the mirror.
Returning to bed she found Violett curled up sound
asleep. Dana spooned with her and held her tight. She
mused what a nice girlfriend the witty and charming
young miss would make. She dozed off and on a bit and
played with the happy thoughts in her mind.
Invariably, her mind tended toward the sensual and the
sensuous creature she held. Her scent, the softness of
her skin, her capacity for pleasure all drew Dana's
arousal. She opened her eyes to find Violett asleep on
her stomach. She brought up her thigh and wrapped her
leg over the sleeping woman's upturned posterior. She
felt her erection swell, yearning for appeasement and
when Dana pressed it to the yielding plush of
Violett's rump she fed that yearning. She wanted
Violett, again. She rolled atop her partner and began
to stroke Violett's arms and shoulders, trying to stir
her lover's passion. Her lips followed her caresses
and made their way to Violett's neck and cheek.
Violett stretched and giggled.
"There she is," she whispered into Violett's ear.
"Let's play."
"Nnmmh?" cooed Violett with a broad smile. "You want
some of this? Hmmn? You wanna bump some fur?"
Dana responded to Violett's taunts with her kisses.
Her lover's teasing remarks were tugging urgently on
her desire. "Time for some Angel food."
"Yeah?... You want some fuck, don't you? ... Gimme
some tail," She lifted her butt, into Dana's needful
flesh. "It's yours, puss."
Dana welcomed the offering, pushing and bumping her
hungry clitoris against the ample, soft cushion. She
wrapped her arms around Violett's arms and craned her
neck over Violett's shoulder. Violett lifted her head
to meet the kiss. The two held their twisted embrace
and turned that kiss into a moment of passion that
rivaled all of their encounters. Dana spread her knees
around Violett's thighs to better enjoy her grind. As
they kissed that grind turned into a steady hump.
Violett arched her back and lifted her butt higher,
letting her lover use her. Their lips met and broke,
met and broke, smacking the sweet sound of consumed
lover's ardor. As Dana humped and fucked against
Violett her own secretions lubricated their contact
and she soon found her engorged clitoris sliding in
silky-smooth ecstasy. The billowing cushion embraced
her flesh while at the same time provided an ideal
mount. The soft skin between her thighs completed the
sensation and Dana fell into such bliss she never
wanted to end.
"Oh, baby that's good. That's... so... good," Dana
groaned between kisses.
"It's us, honey... We're good together," breathed
Violett. "Take me, puss... Make me yours... Use me...
Love me."
Violett was the picture of passivity, holding her rump
high in the air for her lover's enjoyment and seeking
nothing in return but her lover's mounting delight.
Dana felt passion like she had never known simmering
inside her. She burned her kisses into Violett's neck
and shoulder, swimming in the tide of pliant flesh,
sliding and bumping in ecstasy. With it came a
yearning, almost akin to love. Could she? Could she
fall in love with this woman? The offer was made, she
gave herself to Dana. She said she wanted Dana to take
her, captivate her, conquer her, and bind her
devotion. Dana was deeply moved by the notion and she
never wanted anything so much in her life.
She pumped her tender organ into the soft flesh
beneath her. Violett's creamy smooth skin pressed into
the hollow of Dana's hips and cushioned the embrace of
Dana's thighs. Dana spread her knees wide and humped
into the luxurious softness and never wanted it to
end.
The two worked together, pushing back and forth,
teasing copulatory urges that were beyond either
woman's familiarity. They sought no reward or singular
goal, just the extension of their enraptured mood and
their tongue-sucking kisses traded over Violett's
shoulder. Violett reached back with her hand to stroke
and pull encouragingly at Dana's hip.
It went on for almost an hour as the two women skirted
the edge of abandonment. Violett took the plunge over
the edge. "Inside me," she exerted and pushed her rump
higher, arching her back, rising up on her knees,
exposing her crotch to Dana's pressing need. Dana slid
lower as Violett then reached between her legs and her
fingers found Dana's erection. She pulled it toward
her waiting cleft and parted her legs to receive it.
Violett was hungry for the intimacy of their union and
for her reward, Dana would feed her.
Dana curled her hips around Violett's butt and thrust
toward the wet, clasping prize. Guided by Violett's
fingers she found herself again immersed in that warm,
clinging embrace. Dana reached around her lover's
waist for leverage, pressed herself in deep and held
it. The feeling of Violett's cushy posterior pressed
firmly against her girding hips gave an added sense of
envelopment and Dana indulged herself in it. She
wanted to prolong that steady, rolling grind they had
so enjoyed just before uniting and so she made her
thrusting the same kind of slow, even push with an
added twist of her hips which made her penis stir
around in Violett's womanhood. She held herself up by
her arms over Violett and enjoyed the view over her
supine partner. She admired the way her lover so
freely offered herself and Dana seasoned her mind for
thoroughly satisfactory sex.
"Are you mine, honey?" Violett's voice sank sultry and
low. "I'm yours, lovey. It's all for you. Say you're
mine."
She felt soft flesh against her tummy, her pubis, her
hips and between her thighs. Swerving, curling,
twisting, and grinding against the voluptuous cushion
of Violett's ample and welcoming back-side, Dana
pressed her erection into the moist snugness and it
responded by clutching on her tender member. She
wanted it to never end.
"Give me, puss. Give it to your baby." Violett's voice
now a low, raspy croak. "Love me. Love me.
Nmmmmmmmmmmm."
Dana thrust in deep and slow. She felt a twitching
movement through her entrenched penis and realized her
partner was fiercely frigging herself to a matching
gratification. Both women were groaning and moaning in
their separate ecstasies. Dana was quickly discovering
a mastery of her pleasure such that through concise
control of her movements she could tease herself to
the verge of orgasm and then prolong that sensation
indefinitely. She was losing all track of time and
determined, through Violett's demeanor, she was lost
in the same state of mind.
Long into their consuming rapture, Dana felt trembling
fingers creep across the underside of her delving
penis and pleasure compounded itself to yet higher
extremes. While trying to cope with this, Violett's
finger hooked its way into Dana's vagina and began
stirring it. She deftly found that wonderful spot on
the roof of Dana's vagina and pressed it delicately in
a circular motion.
The effect on Dana was rapid and powerful. The orgasm
she thought she would control leapt upon her before
she could prepare. A spastic torrent seized her and
she bucked hard into her partner evoking a moan and
then her thick, milky expulsion dribbled into
Violett's hand and her own tight, red curls. "Oh...
sweet baby," she whispered as she lowered her head
onto Violett's shoulder. Her cheek nestled in the
soft, fragrant curls of Violett's mane and she
repeatedly bore her sucking kisses onto her lover's
shoulder. Her pause was brief and she resumed her
steady thrust and twist. The climax wracked her but so
intense was her level of arousal it made little impact
on her focus.
Dana dug her hand beneath her lover's hip, delving for
her key to ecstasy and found it at the top of
Violett's cleft. Not really knowing the limits of
another woman's clitoris she approached it carefully.
Starting at its base, she pressed a finger on either
side of the narrow ridge of flesh and worked it round
in a circle, opposite the twist of her hips, and then
moved her way toward the end. She knew she had
succeeded when moans rose from Violett in increasing
volume.
An orgasm had taken Violett, her shudder confirmed it.
Dana continued, playing the young temptress' pleasure
as she cooed her way to another shaking crescendo. She
soon had Violett lapsed into the same daze of
climactic rapture she had fallen into the preceding
night.
She found Dana's other hand, resting by her head, and
Violett pulled Dana's thumb into mouth and began
sucking it and twirling her tongue around it like she
had treated Dana's clitoris. Underneath the two, the
ejaculate spilled by Dana had been smeared and spread
by both of their hands until a slick coating covered
both of their pubic areas. Violett's moans came out
long and regular, her responsiveness drew away but she
kept her massaging finger gently stirring Dana's
vagina, her rump held high and her crotch exposed to
Dana's rolling lunges.
Dana assumed the same detachment, resting all but her
thrusting hips and cleverly digging fingers. She
focused on her own pleasure and enjoyed Violett's
freely offered sexuality. She let her finger probe
back, down over Violett's slit to her vagina. She felt
her penis sliding over it and into Violett. She
marveled at the sensation and then followed her
plunging member into the slick, snug hole. She
delighted in tickling her own clit as it fucked into
her friend. Yes, she loved that word now.
Dana soon felt another of her own orgasms approaching
and rather than negotiate it into a fitting
opportunity, she let it come at its own pace. Dana's
hips spastically slammed tight against her lover and
as electric joy surged through her every nerve she
gushed another dose of her emissions over both women's
busy hands. Undaunted by the release, Dana sought what
lie beyond it and continued her exertion against
beautiful Violett's backside. She returned her fingers
to her lover's clitoris and then slowly abandoned her
consciousness. She eventually became lost in the
steady drip-feed of pleasure. She lapsed into the same
state as Violett and began the same long, droning
moans of absent delight. On it went.
Their struggle became weaker and weaker until either
barely moved at all but they held their connection,
Dana's penis lodged firmly in Violett's pussy and each
of them lost deep in the recesses of her own bliss.
The two absorbed lovers continued through the morning,
pushing and straining against each other, writhing in
their love dance, oblivious to the world. Violett
quaked through many small eruptions. Dana's next
orgasm hit her like a convulsion, her ejaculate
completely spent, came out a weak trickle.
Following her final orgasm, Dana seemed to be lost in
the throes of her lust and just shivered and convulsed
on Violett's back. Alarmed, Violett rolled her off,
knelt beside her and scooped her up in her arms.
"Dana? Honey? Sweetie, come out of it."
Dana bolted upright, "What! Wh-what!."
"Shhh shh. It's OK. You're alright." Violet held on to
her and peppered her with kisses to calm her down.
Slowly regaining her awareness, Dana rested her head
on the softness of Violett's breast and let her fright
be soothed away. The storm had passed. She was a
helpless lump of raw emotions. Her exertions had left
her in a daze that was too comfortable to disturb.
Dana wanted to reach out from her silence but she was
overwhelmed by a flurry of strange feelings about
herself, her needs, and her perennial values. It was a
delirium of new and conflicting thoughts that swirled
in her mind, clamoring for attention. She stayed them
off and let her mind drift in the sweet, languid
absence. She took note of each feeling and set them
aside for later contemplation.
In this instant she just wanted to relax in the soft
comforting embrace. It felt familiar to her. It felt
like the safety of her mother's soothing hug. Another
new feeling popped into her awareness – shame. What
would her mother say about all this? She pushed that
away for later, with the other feelings. The only
feeling she felt like dealing with was gratitude. She
felt she really should be thanking Violett for all she
had given her. Yes, she must do that but to linger in
this narcotic disconnection for just a while longer...
She wrapped her arms around Violett's waist and held
her firmly. She listened to the gentle thumping of her
lover's heart and tried to formulate in words the
appreciation she needed to express. Her ravenous
erection slowly wilted in want of Violett's body. Her
nipples softened from their alert yearning. The
couple's relationship silently transformed as they
each adjusted to new roles, the people they were
outside this room.
Violett seemed to understand Dana's reticence. It was
not the time to push sensuality but rather to draw
back to each other's comfort zones. To make ready for
the reemergence to the non-sexual world. To, perhaps,
resurrect their relationship beyond the bed, as two
friends with a secret bond.
The moment was priceless to both of them and they
would have clung to it indefinitely but the phone
burst in upon their peace with an angry ring. Dana
slowly rose and crawled over to answer it. "Hello,"
she said, weakly.
"Yes. This is the front desk," came a nasally female
voice. "It is now 11 o'clock. Check out time is noon.
Would you like to check out or will you be staying
with us another night?"
"No. I'll be checking out at noon," answered Dana. She
felt awkwardly exposed, talking to this woman from the
love-nest of another.
"Alright then," the oblivious woman replied. "Shall I
put this charge on your card?"
"Yes, that will be fine."
"We hope you enjoyed your stay. Please come again."
Dana just hung up the phone. Her exciting adventure
was over. She felt like a kid at the end of a carnival
ride. And, embarrassingly, she had yet to absolve
herself with Violett. She knelt by the nightstand, in
the same fuzzy-headed silence.
"Come on, honey," said Violett, sliding off the bed
and standing in front of Dana. "There's time to get
cleaned up. Let me help you." She reached around her
shoulders and helped Dana to her feet. It was not the
lust filled embrace they shared the night before but a
helpful one as Dana leaned against her friend to be
guided to the bathroom.
Violett turned on the water for the shower and tested
it. She took a towel from the rack, bent over and
wrapped it around her hair and tied it into a quick
knot. She stood up and looked into Dana's eyes. Her
smile was warm and understanding.
Dana returned her smile and opened her mouth to speak.
'Tell her! Tell her she is the most wonderful being
you have ever known! Tell her you cannot thank her
enough and you will never forget her!' Dana's mind
screamed for her to say. Nothing came out, she just
smiled and stroked Violett's cheek.
Violett took hold of her elbow and assisted her to
step into the tub, showing her more nurturing comfort,
than any lover ever had. The warm water was a treat in
itself and Dana retreated further into herself. She
felt no ill will toward Violett, on the contrary, she
felt warmth and companionship but she was becoming
afraid her silence was giving the opposite impression.
They quietly shared their shower, took turns under the
spray and washed away their passion's residue. Dana
looked imploringly into Violett's eyes trying to
convey what she could not say. Violett patted her on
the cheek, smiled and nodded her head. She seemed to
comprehend Dana's contemplative mood, like she had
seen it before or had maybe felt it herself at some
time.
After their shower they dried off and then set about
getting dressed. Dana had travelling clothes already
laid out and her bags were packed. She placed her
clothes from last night in the shopping bag and then
got herself dressed.
Violett's chore was less complex. She stuffed her
stockings, garter belt and slip in her bag and then
began dressing from the pile on the floor. Dana
watched her and slowly began to grasp what hitherto
insurmountable barriers this modest heroine had
knocked down for her. She wondered what Violett would
go home to, what champion would rise for her causes.
She became very sad for her and felt like crying. That
is when the dam burst and Dana finally spoke her
gratitude. She gathered Violett in her arms and gave
her a warm hug.
"Oh, Violett. I-I..." she sobbed. "Can I ever thank
you enough? Last night meant so much to me. You were
so wonderful. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Violett returned the embrace and they held each other
like two long parted friends.
"I'm so glad," whispered Violett. "You're a wonderful
young lady. And if you can't find a guy to figure that
out, you can always count on me."
Dana pulled back to gauge her admission.
Violett looked at her imploringly. "Here," she said.
She used the pen from the dresser and quickly jotted
something down on the note pad before tearing off the
sheet and handing it to Dana. "Call me," said Violett.
"Any time. Even if you just want to talk."
Dana read the note. It was her name - her whole name -
with a phone number and an address. It was a very
unseemly gesture, especially for a professional. Dana
took it to mean genuine concern about her as a person,
not just about sex.
Violett handed her a tissue and kissed her cheek. "I
mean it," she said, almost as if reading Dana's mind.
"You're a cherished part of me now. I'll always be
here for you." She lifted Dana's chin and looked her
directly in her eyes. "We had better say our goodbyes
here," whispered Violett. "Outside is another world."
Dana finished drying her eyes and then threw her arms
around Violett and hugged her tight. Their embrace was
long and silent, temple to temple; they gathered the
last semblance of each other's essence to commit to
memory. A clattering noise from parking lot jolted
them from their observance. They kissed again – not
the lust crazed frenzy, but a sincere and respectful
exchange of farewells. They separated and picked up
their things. It was time to go.
Dana was first out of the room with her bags and made
directly for the trunk of her car. Violett closed the
door and followed. After Dana had opened the trunk and
placed her bags inside she turned to her friend to
speak again of her special gratitude. "I..." she began
but Violett turned her head and glanced to alert Dana
of the cleaning woman pulling her cart up the walk.
Dana bit her lip in frustration. Violett gave her a
smile and a wink then just slowly backed toward her
car.
That would have to do for a goodbye. Dana closed her
trunk and got into her car hoping she would not break
down again. She backed out of her spot and catching
Violett's face as she looked over her shoulder she
brushed away a tear and waved solemnly to her Angel of
Lost Girls.
As she drove down the lot and to the street Dana
glanced back in her rear view mirror. Violett still
stood there where she left her, in a wide, relaxed
stance, watching Dana drive away. Mascara smeared
eyes. Her hair hung in a tussled muss about her head
and shoulders. Her blouse spilled out loosely around
her waist and her skirt was a cascade of wrinkles.
Used and bedraggled as she was, she was still the most
beautiful woman Dana had ever seen.
A gap opened in traffic and Dana pulled out onto the
street. A short block later she was on the freeway.
She felt confident, validated, revitalized. Maybe
Violett had meant everything she said. Maybe it wasn't
all just part of the show. Maybe Dana possessed the
charms to capture the wanton woman's heart. She knew
she would come back someday soon to test her flesh
against the pretty call-girl again. She didn't know
where it would lead, but it was such a delightful
notion to hold on to. All she knew for certain was
that she would arrive home a surer, wiser woman than
when she left. For now, that was priceless to her.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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