A hot summer’s evening aboard a pristine sailing yacht. She, adorned in a whimsical crisp white cotton dress, smooth bare shoulders and a hint of mystique. He, dapper with everything to offer a girl, and a big kind generous heart worn upon his sleeve.
On paper, perfection, she muses. As curled up amidst her own fair fabric folds, a gentle hand caresses the soft outline of beautiful shape; a reminder of the exhilaration of loving touch. But her heart, annoyingly, insists on defying logic. Perhaps she’s thrown away the key?
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