Mikro Myter 28

28. februar
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Det giver et svirp, da han slipper strengen, men pilen rammer forbi … igen. Sæt en til på, siger hun. Han tager en ny pil, men kigger ikke på hende, for han kommer bare til at rødme … igen. Buen strammes, og hun tager rundt om hans arme for rette dem. Han mærker hendes bløde bryst mod sin ryg. Hendes duft får hans sigte til at sejle. Den varme ånde på hans øre giver ham gåsehud. Du får mit nummer, hvis du rammer midten, hvisker hun. Det giver et ryk i ham, men han holder sit fokus og slipper. Plet.
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Marksman of Eros
It gives a flick when he releases the string, but the arrow misses … again. Take another, she says. He picks up a new arrow, but doesn’t look at her, because it’ll just make him blush … again. The bow bends, and she holds around his arms to correct them. He feels her soft breast against his back. Her fragrance makes his aim reel. The warm breath on his ear makes him goosey all over. I’ll give you my number, if you hit the middle, she whispers. He jolts, but he keeps his focus and releases. Bullseye.

 

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