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Sep 2014
We had *** without *******
But more like a consummation of selves.
He entered me with his hands and his eyes
His thighs against mine when we were kissing and touching each other.

I blew him and I knew him well enough to get him off twice
I knew it meant nothing but still it felt nice.
L A Lamb
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