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You know that kind. Edgy, excrutiatingly pleasurable to the point of seeking the confessional. Down on your knees, fleeting thoughts of escape, drowning in perversity.
*sigh*
You know that kind. Edgy, excrutiatingly pleasurable to the point of seeking the confessional. Down on your knees, fleeting thoughts of escape, drowning in perversity.
*sigh*
You know that kind. Edgy, excrutiatingly pleasurable to the point of seeking the confessional. Down on your knees, fleeting thoughts of escape, drowning in perversity.
*sigh*
You know that kind. Edgy, excrutiatingly pleasurable to the point of seeking the confessional. Down on your knees, fleeting thoughts of escape, drowning in perversity.
*sigh*
You know that kind. Edgy, excrutiatingly pleasurable to the point of seeking the confessional. Down on your knees, fleeting thoughts of escape, drowning in perversity.
*sigh*
Huh, when I saw the thread title I thought you meant the kind where you lay flat on your back unmoving and close your eyes until he finishes his business so he'll leave you alone for the rest of the night.
Oh. I thought I was needed.
It's the sex you can't talk about. Incredulous you even allowed it. Horrified you ache for more.
Isn't that known as clergyman sex? Just checking my notes.
And so your story is revealed.
a wicked hot one night stand with a guy who knows all the nastiest things... and does them without you asking...
sorry. all i have is mediocre sex at the moment, but you're welcome to some as long as you aren't ugly or anything.
And so your story begins. That sick feeling in your gut that says wrong, just so wrong and sends you prowling for more.
Oh hush, you. That's somebody ELSE's story, the Thorn Birds, I think. I don't even go to church.
My story can only be revealed to an illiterate mute who doesn't know how to play charades.
exactly.. that sick feeling and your conscience kicking in... and the wetter you get.. and your sexual desire totally takes over.
Coming to terms with the inflated sense of self. Releasing the ridiculous.
http://londonist.com/attachments/Jemimah%20Steinfeld/rsz_1sex!.jpg
Embracing the ugliness named depravity.