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For my friend … Trip X. 

Surprise!  May all your birthday wishes come true.

She bent slowly at the waist,

because that’s how bad girls do it.  Don’t they?

They make certain their lovers can see the roundness of their ass, falling off the cliff into places one can only imagine.

Bad girls are determined their men can see the valley in their skin where the spine runs delicately from dip to nape.  Look how I tempt you to trace roadways up and down my flesh.  The quiver in your fingertip betrays your outward calm.

Bad girls push their belly, oh so slightly towards the floor, knowing full well their arch forms a cool respite from the heat of the moment.  Come, rest your hands in the bend, before you convulsively grab my hips and pull my waiting cunt onto your cock.

Trembling slightly in her heels, she widens her stance.  Muscular pylons to steady the sway.  Back and forth, she’s a suspension bridge rocking in the grip of a Nor’easter as you batter at her very foundation.

Torrents pummel the precipice of her bad girl passage as she bends for you.  Choking rapids crash against constricting walls threatening to overflow the ravine.

The rush.  The excitement of natures bounty.  It’s what bad girls crave.  It’s why they bend at the waist for dangerous men.  Inviting you.  Tempting you.  Calling to you to explore their sinewy landscape.

Come.

Let me bend at the waist for you.

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Bend at the Waist

1 1/2 ounces Stoli Vanil

1 1/2 ounces Baileys Irish Cream

1 1/2 ounces Frangelico Hazelnut Liqueur

2 ounces Milk

Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake until frosted.  Pour contents into a rocks glass.  Toast a Happy Birthday to Trip X..!

Enjoy!

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