Phelia
in a submarine
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- Mar 26, 2008
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That I posted here today, and I'm not one to make a liar out of my subconscious.
Trouble is that I can't remember what I said. Probably something enchantingly witty and alluring, like a meditation on my recent realization that my sexual appetite aligns itself with seasonal fruits (i.e. the first burst of summer sends me searching for trysts as juicy and sloppy as a tree-ripe peach, but in the last delicious few weeks I starve for sex like berries: dark and by the handful. In autumn, I opt for crisp and familiar as an apple), or the word "anal" repeated 69 times (i.e. "anal anal anal anal anal anal anal..." etc.).
Oh well. What matters is that I made my own dream come true. Hooray feminism! WE DID IT!
p.s. hi
Trouble is that I can't remember what I said. Probably something enchantingly witty and alluring, like a meditation on my recent realization that my sexual appetite aligns itself with seasonal fruits (i.e. the first burst of summer sends me searching for trysts as juicy and sloppy as a tree-ripe peach, but in the last delicious few weeks I starve for sex like berries: dark and by the handful. In autumn, I opt for crisp and familiar as an apple), or the word "anal" repeated 69 times (i.e. "anal anal anal anal anal anal anal..." etc.).
Oh well. What matters is that I made my own dream come true. Hooray feminism! WE DID IT!
p.s. hi