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Erotica Story | The Man in the Window

A stare, coffee and the holiest fuck

I ran away from the Mediterranean heat in 2012, when we moved to the UK.

I was fed up with sweating through my clothes and avoiding to be outside the central hours of the day because it felt like being in an oven. I loved the food, the sea, the openness... but the heat? It made everything sticky.

But there’s one thing I kind of miss.
And just thinking abo…

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