Facets And Reflections

and your co-writer is on the other side of the clock... You poor thing.
The story keeps grinding and racing ahead, and you have to drag it back.

Then it creeps along and hits a wall.

Sounds like torture.
Well, it wasn’t really supposed to switch to the overt seduction quite so fast, but I cracked
 
ok. I have to leave.

I cannot be thinking of clit clamps and trembling girlflesh. gods, the pleading.

I wish I could comically hump your leg and run off.
 
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