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SCARLETT
“I’ll give you some time,” he had said after giving me the most astonishing o****m on the planet while we sat on my front porch. Even though I had little experience on the subject, it didn’t take a genius to understand that Aiden won the American Idol prize for delta of Venus mastery… the Duchess Down South. No matter what you called it, my honeypot was happy as hell.
A generous and attentive lover, he sent me to outer space and left me as limp as the fettuccini noodles we had devoured just an hour earlier. His tender kiss traced the arches of my eyebrows as he told me good night. After waiting for me to lock the front door, he blew me a kiss through the window before he strolled off to his truck and waved out the window as he pulled away. I stood there like a dope, wishing
