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I imagined the softness of two lips sharing a moment, the sweet pressure of personal gravities pulling two people into a collapsing orbit, how fingers fit, how the taste of her lips would push me on to higher states of desire. I dreamed of being one, two bodies combined by the passion that has defined my species for quite some time. I wanted to be fulfilled, by a fantasy, but fantasies do not equal reality. The arithmetic does not add up one bit. So, I settle for a self-purging of this urgent ****** urging, that is overworking my human system.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
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I imagined the softness of two lips sharing a moment, the sweet pressure of personal gravities pulling two people into a collapsing orbit, how fingers fit, how the taste of her lips would push me on to higher states of desire. I dreamed of being one, two bodies combined by the passion that has defined my species for quite some time. I wanted to be fulfilled, by a fantasy, but fantasies do not equal reality. The arithmetic does not add up one bit. So, I settle for a self-purging of this urgent ****** urging, that is overworking my human system.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
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