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bringing my hand to the lowest part of my back where the sensation has yet to return, I curl my fingers and clench my hand into a fist. I ****** it forward, in and out. No matter, nothing at all. I finally did it. I won and I am the one laughing. It ends up this was yet another harrowing joke. I crawl for none but the sadist.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
the sadist
bringing my hand to the lowest part of my back where the sensation has yet to return, I curl my fingers and clench my hand into a fist. I ****** it forward, in and out. No matter, nothing at all. I finally did it. I won and I am the one laughing. It ends up this was yet another harrowing joke. I crawl for none but the sadist.
joe-satkowski
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
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