Today is the day of inane flux, temper tantrums and hating.
You should've stayed inside.
You should've stayed inside.
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She is on her knees, facing away from me. She has skin like buttermilk, naked but for a pair of black leather boots. She doesn't speak; I think she might be gagged, although her hair hides her face.
Her lover is slender and tall, a muscled man with salt and pepper hair and a nineteen fifties combover. He looks like he wouldn't be out of...
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[Edited on Apr 11, 2006 11:28PM]