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                                       bugger this for a lark

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I won't lie. It hurts. Feels like it's never gonna fit. But just
when you're about to give up something - maybe your resignation -
but something relaxes and there's the most extraordinary feeling:
she's inside you. It's a latex cock hanging from a nylon rig
that's strapped around her waist, but she is in you. And moving.
Like taking a shit in reverse, which you've got to believe me is
far sexier than it sounds. You move differently. Shimmy. Moan.
You feel sexy, and you understand now that sexy is transitive.
Your cock dangles, half-flaccid. For once, it's not that
important.

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                                       bugger this for a lark
                                                 
                                                          --n.
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