Brooding clouds stir me deeply. Vibrations of distant rumbles provide foreplay. Raindrops tap the window, somehow soaking my panties. The intensity of the tempest loudly mimics my urgency... my compulsion... for you. Trembling with need, I peer out the window, praying you see the approaching storm... ??? The raging storm within me, barely contained. A blinding flash casts your
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