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To Leave And To Find
By Spiller (xxspillerxx@my-deja.com)

***

A couple break up, but a little while later they get 
back together to catch up on her sexcapades, which 
makes for hot sex while she relates whet she's been up 
to. (M+/F, prost, work)

***

How come I felt like a rat when I know I just did what 
had to be done? Why did I keep my mouth shut to protect 
her, when she herself instigated all this? What was 
happening to me? Was I turning into a whimp?

God knows I loved her once. And not even that many 
years ago. I'd even say that our first 5 years together 
were happy. Lots of love, lots of lovemaking. Successes 
in our businesses - she a lawyer, I an independent 
furniture maker. We made tons of money, and I made 
quite a bit more than she, even though she was a 
lawyer. I happen to be good at my trade, and in our 
town there was a great demand for high quality unique 
furniture.

Through those first years we promised ourselves always 
to take time for each other and not let greed rule. And 
we kept that promise. Long weekends, quite a lot of 
small vacations with a trip to the Bahamas, Hawaii etc. 
Romantic places to kindle the fire, and we sure had the 
hots for each other. 

Susan was a dish and I was strong and fit. Our 
lovemaking was spontaneous, wild and frequent, and when 
we were not trying to crush each other's bones, we had 
a lot of common interests, like books, opera, theatre, 
gourmet food and tennis.

At first I didn't notice the changes, perhaps because 
we rarely talked shop at home. I couldn't really bring 
out her enthusiasm for a corporate conference table of 
a unique design of my own, and I really could not see 
the interesting aspects of yet another divorce case. 
That's probably why I missed the first signs of a 
change. But when I did it was probably too late. 

The little frowns on her forehead, the times she was so 
absentminded that I had to repeat what I was saying. 
And our bank accounts that were growing a lot faster 
than expected. The proverbial shit hit the fan when she 
cancelled a trip to Jamaica, following a morning phone 
call on the day we were supposed to fly at 12. 

"I have to go to court today and tomorrow."

"Since when have divorce-courts run that kind of a 
schedule?"

"It's not a divorce case, it's criminal."

"Oh, you changed your line?"

"Yes, and I'd rather not talk about it right now. I 
have to go to the office to prepare myself."

I cannot say that I took it very kindly. I was totally 
unprepared, my mood was set for a week of relaxing, 
dancing and fucking, and I had worked a bit hard to 
finish a workload and set my calendar free.

Susan left for her office with me slamming the door 
after her. I called one of carpenters in my shop, Bill 
whom I had known for years and who was more of a friend 
than an employee, and asked if he would join me on 
Susan's ticket for a week of rhum, calypso and 
whatever. 

Our holiday was fine and fun, our heads were miserable 
for five consecutive mornings, and I was a bit more 
mellow when I returned home. But still I was anxious to 
learn about the change in Susan's work.

And I was rather miffed again, when I found out that 
she was not at all willing to tell me a lot about it.

"It's just that we partners have decided there is a bit 
more money in that kind of cases, and some of them are 
rather more interesting."

I was not willing to accept things at that. For a few 
days I did some checking up. The extra sums in our 
accounts were too big to my taste. And a little prying 
about didn't give me any answers. There was too much 
secrecy to my taste. 

I even hired a private eye to do some investigation as 
to the nature of their business, but he only came up 
with a few facts I already knew, plus the information 
that there seemed to be a Berlin wall round their 
business. When this coincided with Susan working late 5 
times over two weeks and coming home smelling of liquor 
and cigars, I just had to confront her and not take no 
for an answer.

That night was no fun. We were well past midnight 
before she let go and started to talk, and only after a 
lot of yelling, screaming and crying at each other. And 
boy was she in it to the neck, the stupid cow. Suffice 
it to say that slowly she had been dragged into running 
a few cases for the Mob - well paid, of course. Bigger 
cases coming up, some of which involved a little bit of 
twisting the morals - better paid, of course. 

And now she had no way out of it again. She had made a 
few futile attempts, but apparently she knew too much 
for the tough guys to feel comfortable, and knowing the 
fact that at present she faced prison, being disbarred 
plus total ruin, she had no choice but to continue.

I know full well, that if I'd been the hero in a B-
movie I should have bought a gun and launched my one 
man army against the local toughs, and then Susan would 
have done a brilliant work on my defence, whereupon we 
would live happily ever after. But alas, this is '99, 
it's not a movie and I'm not a hero. 

Besides I was always a bit of a moralist, and slowly 
over that night I felt my love and respect for Susan 
seep out like the gas from a leaking balloon. When the 
first grey morning light crept through the windows all 
our crying was done. The words were not yet said, but 
we both knew that we had no future together. Our love 
was gone, mine out of despise, hers out of fear, and 
the route she had taken could only lead to disaster.

In that grey morning light we fucked like lunatics. As 
if we both wanted something memorable to be the end of 
our marriage. I banged her cunt till her pelvic bone 
was sore. She fucked her ass on my stiff cock till it 
was like a piece of raw meat. And when we couldn't fuck 
any more we sucked and licked each other till we fell 
into a death-like sleep. 

We were awakened by the telephone at 9.30AM. Her office 
wanted to know why she had not yet arrived. She 
reported sick for the day (her voice sounded like it, 
too), and then we cried, hugging each other in despair.

The separation was smooth and done in good will, 
somewhat unexpected considering the years she was (in) 
famous for the way she ripped off husbands. We split 
what was to split, and I kept the house which I loved 
and where I had built almost the complete interior.

***

That should have been it. But three months after she 
left, she returned one late evening. I was a bit 
shocked when I saw her standing in the doorway.

"Are you alone, and are you going to let me in?"

"Of course."

I opened the door wide, and as she was passing me I 
could not help feeling my whole body preparing itself 
for lovemaking. My God I had almost forgotten how 
beautiful she is, and how sexy I always felt she was.

In the den we sat down with a glass of wine, and I 
finally asked, "What brings you here so late?"

"I need to talk. I know it was all my fault, and I have 
done everything I could to forget you, but I haven't 
been all that successful."

"What do you mean? I thought our love was dead."

"The love is dead all right, but the attraction is 
stronger than ever."

I looked at her wonderful body and I must admit I 
tended to tell her she was right.

"I still think you are a wonderful woman. I have tried 
out a few short relationships, but no one compares to 
you in that department."

"I feel the same way. I fucked a few, but no fire. No 
ecstasy."

"Is that why you need to talk?"

"No, not really."

 She went silent for a minute or two, and I noticed 
that she started to blush.

"Then spill it out. You are making me curious."

"Well, then. Please don't be too offended by what I 
have to tell. But you are the person who knows me best, 
and right now I need you to bring me back on tracks."

"Go on."

"Yesterday I was called to a conference in Florida. 
Three of the family needed advice, and the negotiations 
took place in a penthouse apartment on top of a posh 
hotel."

"Seems it's everyday business to you."

"It was, but what happened later was not."

"Tell me."

"Johnny, was I always such a lowdown slut and whore? 
Did I always have it in me? I want you to tell me if 
what I did was only a continuation of me or if I'm 
starting a dangerous slide into the deep and away from 
myself."

She definitely had my attention right now. I looked at 
her breasts. Of course they were still those smallish, 
pert cones, and her nipples were always extremely 
sensitive, but right now they were poking the thin, 
white silk of her posh dress exhibiting a size I don't 
think I ever saw.

"You'll have to give me at least a clue."

"OK. Brace yourself. When the discussions were over the 
family people were very impressed with me, and the Don 
said: "That was quite impressive, young lady. I really 
want to reward you beyond your normal charges. What can 
I give you?"

"I don't know. What do you have to offer?"

"Well, of course I might deposit a substantial sum on 
your account. On the other hand I might offer you a 
quite rare experience that you would have difficulty 
finding elsewhere. Are you into indulging your body and 
your lusts?"

"You know what, Johnny? A week before I had had a try 
on sex, but he turned out to be about the lousiest lay 
this side of the Appalachians. And much to my surprise 
I felt my body react to his offer in a way I never 
thought possible. My nipples hardened, just like now, 
and my pussy was seeping at the thought."

"Just like now?" I asked.

"Well... let's talk about that later. I'm going to have 
a hard time telling you as it is."

She was obviously blushing, and her body showed her 
excitement. I wondered if she wasn't taking extra 
pleasure out of telling these things to me.

"I heard myself chose the indulging part of the deal, 
and the Don told me that I'd be picked up by 7 o'clock 
that evening. At 7 sharp there was a knock on my door, 
and a guy in a driver's uniform told me my limo was 
waiting. When I got down there he held the door for me 
and I climbed into the darkness. 

"Immediately I felt I was not alone, as a hand took 
hold of mine and guided me down in the sofa. The limo 
started to roll, and someone turned on a little lamp on 
the table. I tell you, my heart stood still. In the 
back of the car were three very young and very 
beautiful Greek gods, and apart from a small loincloth 
they were naked all three."

"That must have been a sight to set you going."

"Believe you me, it was. The guy sitting on the same 
sofa as I, held out a glass of chilled champagne and 
asked if I wanted to hold it myself or if I wanted him 
to feed me. Of course I wanted him to feed me, and then 
he leaned over, cradled my head with his left arm and 
held the glass to my lips. 

"I tell you, Johnny, he smelled so sexy. Some kind of 
perfume, I guess. And that's when I noticed that he had 
absolutely no hair on his body. Smooth and shiny he 
was, like polished marble. And so young in spite of his 
broad chest and bulging muscles."

 "And you were getting smooth and shiny in your pants, 
I guess."

"You bet. Well, I was only getting used to that unusual 
situation when I heard the limo rolling on gravel, and 
a minute later it stopped. When we got out it was on 
the porch of an enormous white house, colonial style 
and all, and a butler led us into the house, not 
blinking an eye. The livingroom was huge, with panels 
and pillars, and strategically placed was an enormous 
armchair, almost like a throne, where my gods led me. 

"Then two of them sat down on the carpet at my feet, 
and the third took up position in front of me. My God 
he was beautiful. I tell you. Not an ounce of fat, not 
one hair on his body, his muscles rippling and bulging, 
but not like one of those ugly weight-lifters. They 
were there all of them, but not overly large. You have 
seen the Greek statues, that was the kind of body they 
had all three."

I looked at her closely. It was evident that she was 
very aroused remembering and telling me all this. 
Though she was very discreet about it I could see her 
flexing the muscles in her thighs to put a little 
pressure on her cunt, and now her big nipples were hard 
all the time. I was about ready to jump her, but I 
chose to wait.

"Then the one standing said: Mylady, we are here in 
order to bring you as much pleasure and entertainment 
as you can wish for. We are here to either service you 
or obey any whim you may have, and to instigate a few 
you may never have heard of. May I propose a bath and a 
light massage to take the tension out of your body?"

"I nodded, and then, as if it was the most natural 
thing in the world, they lifted me up upon their 
shoulders and carried me through a side door into an 
enormous marble bathroom. The tub was already full, and 
when they put me down on the floor they had me 
undressed in ten seconds. Then they all shed their 
loincloths and lifted me into the tub. 

"The water smelled of roses, and when they lifted me 
out of the water and started soaping my whole body, 
three pairs of hands at the same time, the soap also 
smelled of roses. God, it was so gorgeous to have all 
those hands on my body, slipping and sliding on thighs, 
breasts, my ass, my cunt - all over at the same time."

By now she was openly moving her thighs against each 
other and I said, "Come over here and put your head in 
my lap. But take off your panties first!"

She looked at me for a moment and the she got up. She 
pulled down her panties, showing her stocking-clad 
legs, and then she laid down on the sofa with her head 
in my lap.

"Don't you want to hear more?"

"I want to hear it all, but I want to feel the heat 
from your cunt while you are telling me."

She moaned a little, bent her legs slightly and closed 
her eyes.

"When they had finished bathing me they led me to a 
massage-bench. One of the guys laid down with his 
backside up. Then they placed a pillow on his neck and 
lifted me up to lie on top of him, me too with my 
backside up. With my head on the pillow I was acutely 
aware that my body was pressed down on him while the 
two others began a light massage by pouring a nice 
amount of warmed oil on my backside. Of course it 
smelled of roses too. 

"They were VERY skilled masseurs. Nothing sexy, just 
plain relaxing work on my tense muscles. When they were 
moving a little too hard up and down my thighs or my 
back I could feel my breasts and my belly slide back an 
fourth on the guy under me. I tell you, they soon had 
my cunt dripping. Not so much from the manipulations as 
from my anticipation." 

I felt this was the right time. I moved my hands down 
her belly. She raised her hips a little and pulled up 
her skirt. When I put my hand on her cunt I felt her 
juices had spilled out on her thighs, and her lips were 
swollen and heated.

"My, this is a hot one, you've got here."

"Oh, yes. And I love your touch, but please don't make 
me come. I'm afraid I will never be able to tell you 
some more if I'm not this horny."

"I'll just keep you there. Go on."

"Well, suddenly the two of them lifted me into the air, 
and while they were turning me upside up I could hear 
that my `mattress' was turning round too. When they 
lowered me again they put my head back on the pillow 
which they had placed on his shoulder, and I could feel 
his naked body all over my back. 

"Then he reached up and took hold of my arms from the 
back and held them in a strong grip over my head. My 
two masseurs poured more of the lukewarm rose-oil on my 
front, and now they started a definitely sexy massage. 
God, I was in heaven. They were so young and beautiful 
and yet they were strong and determined. In a few 
minutes they had me moaning. My nipples were rock hard 
and my pussy was dripping so I could feel it running 
down through my crack. Or was it oil?"

By then I had let one finger slide into her crack, 
basking in her juices.

"Were you more wet than now?"

"I was flowing, I tell you. Suddenly I felt that my 
`mattress' had a cock. Slowly it was growing, pushing 
its head up between my thighs, and soon it was resting 
like a pole against my cunt with its head just visible 
over my bush. One of the masseurs took hold of that 
cock and pressed it even firmer against my cunt and 
began rocking it from side to side so it rubbed across 
my clit all the time. I was so wet that there was 
absolutely no friction, but the pushing and pressing 
was enough to send me up close to coming."

I had to take hand away from her cunt. I really didn't 
want her to come yet. So I asked her, "Well, they 
didn't massage you all night, ehh?"

"My God no. Have you ever heard of a Japanese pool?"

"Not that I know of."

"Neither had I. That was perverse ! One of the guys 
asked me if I felt like a dip in the Japanese pool. 
When I asked what it was he just smiled and told me it 
would be a surprise - but it was very special and very 
expensive. Then they lifted me off my `mattress', and 
the three of them towelled me off so my skin was not 
greasy from the oil, and they led me into the next room 
which reall had a Japanese decor with paintings on the 
walls, small benches and chairs plus a circular pool. 
The pool was not very deep.

"They led me down a few stairs till I was standing on 
the bottom. One guy sat down on the stairs with his 
head just above the water and pulled me down to sit on 
him and encircled my waist with his strong arms. The 
two others grabbed each one a leg of mine and pulled 
them wide apart. I was resting in a pair of very strong 
arms and I had just begun to relax when I felt 
something touching my thigh. 

"I thought it was one of the guys, but they had all 
four hands on my legs. Suddenly this `something' was 
pushing against my cunt! I opened my legs and looked 
down. IT WAS A BIG FISH! It was pushing its head 
towards my cunt and was sucking on my clit and my lips. 
I screamed: "It's a fish, it's a fish!"

They calmed me down and said that that was the whole 
idea of it. For years these fish were fed only with 
items that had been saturated with cunt-juice. Now it 
was just hungry, but I need not to be afraid, they 
couldn't bite. They told me to relax and enjoy the 
depravety, and I DID IT!"

I was almost coming in my pants. It was so hard to 
contain myself, but anyway I moved my hand down to her 
cunt again and made small pushing movements with my 
fingers.

"Yes, yes. Something like that. But then it started 
sucking. Another fish came to, and now they were both 
nibbling and sucking all over my cunt. The utter 
perversion of this, and the fact that I LOVED it, made 
me explode in a stargazing orgasm. I was screaming and 
trying to clamp my thighs together, but my two Greek 
gods were holding them apart. The fish kept nibbling 
and I came and came and came until I passed out!"

I looked down on her, "I don't really know. One one 
hand I'm happy I don't love you anymore, but on the 
other hand your new connections have made you a lot 
sexier and adventurous."

"You bet, they have. The very idea of such a night 
should have repulsed me a couple of years ago. Well, 
are you going to play with my cunt and hear the rest or 
is this a discussion forum?"

"You're right, how do you like this?" 

 I pinched her clit between my thumb and index finger.

"Yeeeooooww. I like that very much. Well, I passed out 
from those bloody fish, but it was even better when I 
came to. I had my eyes closed when I started feeling 
myself again. And I kept them close. I could feel that 
I was lying on my back on something soft. I was not 
aware of any movements around me. Everything was very 
quiet. 

"Then I started feeling that someone must have put 
something in my cunt, because it felt deliciously 
stretched. I savoured the feeling a little while and 
then I opened my eyes. WOW. Someone had certainly 
stuffed my cunt. One of my Greek gods was standing 
between my legs, and the delightful blocking object was 
his very hard and big cock."

She looked right into my eyes and smiled a very vicked 
smile. 

"I could not see his cock because it was buried in me, 
and when I tried to sit up to watch better, I found out 
that the bastards had tied me down. I was on my back 
tied to the arms of a big, padded X. When the guy 
between my legs saw that I had regained my 
consciousness he willfully made his cock twitch inside 
me. He didn't move at all, only this twitching of his 
very fat cock. And very soon he had my cunt dripping 
again.

I turned my head and saw the other two standing at my 
hands. I asked them for their names, but they would not 
tell me. "We are all here for your pleasure, ma'am, and 
it might only distract you if you could call us names." 
At that the two other guys placed their strong, hard 
cocks in my hands."

I was really having trouble containing myself. The 
temptation to finger-fuck her to a violent orgasm was 
enormous, but on the other hand I really wanted to hear 
the rest of the story.

"The feeling of three cocks at the same time was 
exhilarating. And at the same time I was practically 
unable to move. The guy between my legs started to 
move. Gently and slowly he slid his fat cock in and out 
of my cunt and the two others told me to hold on to 
their cocks and then they started moving their hips 
too. When I started breathing harder they pulled away 
from my hands and took position on each side of me and 
began pinching my nipples with one hand and alternated 
between them masturbating my clit and massaging my 
tummy. 

"I closed my eyes, Johnny, and then another orgasm hit 
me like a flash of lightening. I didn't have a chance 
to come down because he kept up the slow fucking and I 
just slipped from one orgasm to another, some small, 
some violent."

Suddenly she clasped her thighs hard together round my 
hand.

"Johnny, stop it. Don't make me come yet."

By now my cock was aching. I had been explosively hard 
for a long time, and the head of my cock had had its 
skin stretched for ages. I lifted her head and pulled 
out from under her torso. I crossed over to the big 
armchair and pulled down my zipper.

"Spread your legs, bitch, and show me your cunt. I'm 
going to get off while you continue your story."

Quickly she pulled down her panties, raised her skirt 
and spread her legs in the most vulgar way, putting her 
heels up on the edge of the sofa and pulling her knees 
apart with her hands.

"Do you like to see this well fucked cunt? Does it make 
you horny to look at a hole that has been utterly 
satisfied by three guys and a couple of fish?"

I grabbed my cock and started wanking.

"Just when I thought I could not get horny again they 
started alternating. They would not orgasm in me, they 
just pulled out and one of the others stepped between 
my legs and fed me a fat cock. I had a feeling like I 
must have spilled a litre of cunt-juice down my crack 
and onto the floor."

She was looking straight at my cock and my right hand. 
I was masturbating slowly and deliciously, staring at 
her open, glistening cunt.

"I see you like what you hear. Do you also like what 
you see? You want me to touch it for you? Oh, yes, I 
think you do. But I'm not going to come on my finger, 
`cause I have more wild stuff to tell you."

That did it. With a groan I exploded. Sperm was flying 
out into the room, some of it landing on the carpet, 
some on my legs and some on my hand. That was great.

"Wow, that was the best wank ever."

"Then come over here and let me clean your cock and 
hand so I can get on with my tale. I want to taste your 
sperm again."

When she had sucked my cock until it was as clean as 
new she pulled my hand to her mouth and with her tongue 
she removed the sperm that had seeped down on to it.

"Well, are you ready to hear a little more?"

"I guess I am. Are you ready to tell?"

"I sure am. But first I'm going to take off these 
clothes. Divorce or no divorce I want you to fuck me 
when I'm finished. God, I'm horny for you and for 
myself!"

With that she got up from the sofa and in a few seconds 
she had shed her clothes. It was not until then I could 
see that lots of her skin was discoloured - blue, red, 
black - traces of different colours.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I'll tell you."

She laid down on the sofa again, her head in my now 
naked lap and her legs stretched out. She grabbed my 
right hand and led it down to her cunt again and then 
she closed her eyes.

"When they had alternated a lot of times and I guess I 
had come three or four times more, groaning all the 
time, they started talking to me really for the first 
time. And they talked dirty. Calling me a hot piece, a 
whore, a slut, addicted to cocks, and a lot of other 
lewd stuff I can't even remember. Then one of them 
proposed that they painted my body to show off what a 
low down horny cow I was. And, again they were changing 
places all the time, one of them would fuck me while 
the two others painted me all over. Blaring red 
nipples, a blue arrow pointing down to my cunt, 
pictures of cocks and snakes worming round on my body. 
I think it took them twenty minutes, and at a point I 
was coming all the time. When I came down from a 
terribly long high I had to tell them to let me loose, 
cause I had to take a leak."

"Oh, I don't think we can let the whore loose right 
now, but we sure can make her piss, can't we?"

"The others nodded, and the biggest of my Greek gods 
went to one of the plants and picked a grass straw. He 
took up position between my legs and painfully slow he 
tickled me round my piss-hole with the straw, and then 
he slowly stuck the straw up into that hole! My God, I 
never felt anything like it. And suddenly I couldn't 
contain myself. 

"He must have triggered something up there, because 
suddenly a fountain of piss spurted out of me, taking a 
curve into the air and landing on the God between my 
thighs. It was so utterly perverse and erotic that I 
could not help myself. Would you believe I exploded in 
yet another orgasm, just from pissing? I was so ashamed 
and exited at the same time."

I really had no doubts she was telling the truth, 
because while she was telling this her cunt was 
virtually gushing juice into my hand, and I could feel 
her clitoris twitching against my finger.

"I can believe you", I said. I'd truly have loved to 
see that!"

"Would you? - Well, maybe we can arrange that. But now 
I want so very much to tell the last part of it, and 
then I desperately want you to fuck me."

My cock was raring to go again, so I said, "Ok, bitch, 
finish your story."

"They finished me in the worst way. You know, I think 
they took their cue from my orgasm while pissing. One 
guy started fucking me like crazy, and the two others 
were masturbating their wonder-cocks right in front of 
my eyes! 

"When I felt that the guy fucking me was going to come, 
all I could think of was that I wanted him to fill me 
with litres of semen, but suddenly he pulled out, and 
the three of them spurted almost at the same time, 
spreading a hell of a lot of sperm all over my body, my 
face and my thighs. With their six hands they massaged 
the sperm into my skin smearing the paintjob into a 
total mess, and then one of them pushed three fingers 
into my cunt, the other one pushed a finger into my 
ass, AND THEN THEY STARTED PISSING ON ME, ALL THREE. 
One of them said, "We have better clean you off, lady."

"Johnny, I couldn't believe it. I had never, ever done 
anything like it, but their fingers and the degradation 
of being pissed on, face, tits, belly, cunt, you name 
it, made me come again in such a violent orgasm that I 
passed out.

"I don't know how they did it, but they must have 
carried my limp body to the bathroom, 'cause when I 
woke up I was back on the massage bench, my body and 
hair had been washed, and when I looked around I saw my 
clothes on a chair beside the bench. My legs were 
rather wobbly when I got off the bench. My three Gods 
were gone. I dressed rather quickly and then I opened 
the door out into the hallway. An elderly man, dressed 
in a very discrete uniform said, "Would you like the 
limo to bring you back to your hotel, Miss?"

"And that's it, Johnny. That's my story."

"And you want my comments on it now?"

"Oh, no, Oh, no. The only comment I want is from your 
cock. Fuck me, Johnny. I know you don't love me 
anymore, but please fuck me for good."

And fuck her I did. One heavy round right there on the 
sofa. Then she took me to the bathroom to show me her 
newfound joy of pissing, and at last I fucked her from 
behind in the old double bed. Right now she's sleeping 
like a log beside me. I wonder what I'm going to tell 
her in the morning. I'll definitely kick her out again, 
and I'll never live with her, but I'm sure that her 
newfound lewdness has been in her all the time. And 
maybe I'll get to enjoy it time and again, as long as I 
haven't yet found a new love.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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