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From Palmy to Palm City: Part 6:

My tongue becomes her surfboard

I glance at the digital clock beside the motel room bed, the 4:30 late afternoon sun pouring brightly through the window. The sun wasn't the only thing about to go down... I whisper in my blindfolded woman's ear to sit on her knees with her legs apart and...