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Inspired by my own One-Line Prompt

While knee deep in busy parenting chaos, her mariposa called for her,

come hither….

She pushed the call aside, thinking there’s no time

Yet wait, she turned, remembering her promise

To honor her breath, her mind, her body and

She could not deny that her posa was standing on edge

Eruption was imminent, should she only be able to give herself the self-love her goddess desired at that moment

And so, quietly locking the door, she retreated to her bed, for a reprieve from the world

Licking her finger and raising her shirt, her nips hardened, her posa softened, dew moistened, hand stroking down into her panties

She began…

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