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“I want you,” he pitches his voice only loud enough for me to hear, “to go over to that gentleman with the purple tie, get on your knees in front of him, unzip his pants, and suck his cock.”
My chemical romance may be a stable compound, but our passionate exploration is by no means diluted.
"I decide on all three, perfectly wrapped in tight little bundles. I’m just about to close the box when something purple and shiny catches my eye."
I lie with a stranger in my bed of desolation. His energy fills my empty places and soothes my ragged wounds. For a moment in time, I think I have found it, but I am alone again. I am lost.
This prompt about gadgets made me think of the first vibrating thing I used to bring myself to orgasm and the monster it created (he he he).
He Whispers to My Soul