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She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Like
Mouth
Tasted
Coffee
Unwilling
Smell
Kissed
Mouths
Overwhelmed
Taste
Confused
Hair
Hot
Anything
Skin
Unwashed
Would
Skins
Iced

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