Sinful Sunday: A tanning

Elena liked her day at the beach. I’m more of a moon tan guy myself, but she tanned more than she swam, and then she headed to the bar. Where she met me.

She drank champagne with me, and agreed to come over and …

Anyway, I do tanning too, with spank-curious girls. And she colours beautifully.

Then I dimmed the lights, like Bryan Ferry would’ve, back in the day. Yeah, you can guess the rest.

PS: I’ve written this as though it was easy. Yes, actually  it was, but of course life’s not often that way. Sometimes I’m a mouse and don’t offer the champagne or make the invitation. Sometimes I do try, and my charm, such as it is, doesn’t seem to work. But when everything goes right, it’s wonderful.

 

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