"I'm the man." "You're the man."
It's sad that a commercial makes me miss sex. I'm scared that it's just going to keep dwindling and dividing until it's down to nothing. I know you love me, you know I love you. It's amazing when we do it. Frequency, frequency, frequency.
Do you remember the nights when I would jump into bed at 2:30 in the morning? Do you remember how you would run your hands down my body, shove your fingers in my pussy and your tongue down my throat? Do you remember the way I moaned? I loved that kind of sleepy, passionate, spontaneous touch. I knew it meant fast, rough, selfish sex, and I loved it.
I'm still so young, I'm not ready to be a prude.
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