Most of the time I appreciate his thoughtfulness, his vocal desire to meet my needs. Tonight is different. Lisa’s death has put me in a mood. Instead of the ebb and flow of pleasure, dissatisfaction seeps into my body. I want the impersonal thrusting of those nameless frat boys who thought they were seducing me when it was the other way around.
Those nameless frat boys thought they were seducing me when really I was seducing them. Clive
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Those nameless frat boys thought they were seducing me when really I was seducing them.
Clive