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In the morning Soula woke me with a kiss and a cup of coffee. She was wearing the pink button-up satin night shirt she keeps at my place, and her large breasts swayed sensuously beneath it. The bed smelled of sex and I imagined I could taste a hint of my semen on her lips. I’ve never met a woman who likes to eat jizz like Soula. I swear that in the last six weeks there’s only been a couple of times I haven’t cum in her mouth.

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It had been a long, bumpy flight, I hadn't slept, and I was feeling skeevy around the edges. Needed something to hone that edge off, so I stopped at an old friend's up in Laurel Canyon before going to my hotel and picked up a few joints. Decent stuff, but I wished I'd brought my tin from New York – unfortunately, not with airport security these days.

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