Of course, great sex and fun times should all lead to the disgusting possession called marriage. This was to be a wedding day. A civil union day actually. This was the great technicality of a girl having a girlfriend. She had awoken that morning to the sound of her heart roaring at a great speed with her breathing chasing after it. She looked at the body next to hers, which lacked any type of precision. The curves and mounds are tanned arms and face with the blotchy whiteness of a tummy, breasts, and feet.
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