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Gas Mark Ten
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"Are you coming to bed"?
"Shortly"...
"Are you coming to bed"?
(Places her hand under his dressing gown
and takes his softness in her hand, making
eye contact as she gently squeezes..)
she asks again..
"Are you coming to bed"?
(As she releases his awakening desire;
removes her own dressing gown letting it
fall to the floor as she walks away, with him
soon to follow her scent, reminding her of
the gas hob and spark needed to light the
flames..
it's all about pressing the right buttons)
"Yes my love, right now"..
"Are you coming to bed"?
"Shortly"...
"Are you coming to bed"?
(Places her hand under his dressing gown
and takes his softness in her hand, making
eye contact as she gently squeezes..)
she asks again..
"Are you coming to bed"?
(As she releases his awakening desire;
removes her own dressing gown letting it
fall to the floor as she walks away, with him
soon to follow her scent, reminding her of
the gas hob and spark needed to light the
flames..
it's all about pressing the right buttons)
"Yes my love, right now"..
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