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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She turned the corner and saw him.
He was standing there totally nude.
Her eyes devoured his naked body,
taking in every muscle, every inch of his flawless skin.
She slowly walked towards him, her legs feeling a little weak.
She drank his image, her eyes flowing from his perfect lips, down his throat, to his clearly defined chest.
Her pulse was quickening, she could imagine herself standing beside him,
as naked as he was, her fingers running down his smooth chest, tracing a line down his biceps, she wanted to touch every part of his perfect body.
Her face was flushed, she could feel a bead of sweat running down between hear breasts. She really needed to get these clothes off.
She imagined her hand running down his firm stomach, feeling every taut muscle, his firm thigh sliding between hers.
She wanted him so badly.
Suddenly voices break the spell,
a group of tourists spill round the corner, following a tour guide
like ducklings.
"And here we have the most famous statue in the world, David, by Michelangelo."
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