Dawn and I just blew in from... well, not Mexico. That's right: we ended up not flying to Cancun. At the last minute our airline told us about some VIPs who needed our jet more than we did. I tried balking, but within five seconds of hearing about a different flight, to be enjoyed anytime within the next twelve months, at half off, plus freaky flyer miles for both trips, well, it was no-brainer. Here's where we lounged instead:
Not too sandy, but the water was rather tepid. No, really.
Here, I'm simply inspecting the local flora, innocently enough. Dawn, however, with her insinuating camera angle, manages to turn this erstwhile Edenesque tableau into something... Oh, I dunno; she probably didn't intend anything untoward.
Taken from our balcony...
Later that same day, still beating myself with Juliette...
Meanwhile, the Dawnster's reading more of her filth. I went online and found this excerpt:
"...Then, right before my eyes, Cherry slowly removed her gloves. She was cornering a sharp bend in the road, but it didn't seem to phase her. A trickle of saliva rolled down my jaw as she snapped at each of her fingertips. The Jaguar hugged the road like its namesake cat on the prowl. We skimmed along the highway and she leaned forward to push the radio's buttons. Her back arched again and again in languid, supple motions. I could feel myself tilting with her. I licked my lips and she said we were almost there. The hotel loomed in the foreground; I retrieved the brochure from the glove box. Yes, I thought, there is a similarity...."
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