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I lock the door while he fumbles with my shirt — unbuttoning and pulling apart and wluts down my bra so my tits spill out and he can press his chest against them. Sex with people I love Every day I get to fuck someone I lovewhich makes me lucky. But stranger sex has been much rarer for me.

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In the cubicle, I pull up my skirt and lean against the cold tile with one hand down my knickers. I make no sounds at all, just feeling him shoving himself inside me is all I wanted — that and not knowing his name, of course. His eyes are blank, as I wanted.