Well, that’s what came from picking a boyfriend who was into Greenpeace; you just had to wait till the moon was in full cycle before you got it. She smiled bitterly to herself. Must be due it soon then; according to her diary it was full moon in three days.
02.19.2010
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He put one foot up on the toilet seat like he’d been doing it all his life and bent his head. He pulled, he tugged, and it reached; it actually reached. He felt his own lips close over his knob. It was all he could do, but it was enough. He pulled his penis up in rough little jerks, his knob jigging in his mouth and sucked himself furiously, fascinated by his own flavour, worming his tongue under his foreskin.
02.12.2010
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It was just that his hands were so freaky, the one with the ring long and white and fragile, like a woman’s almost. And the other, his left hand, heavy and strong with that dark skin. Like cockskin, she caught herself thinking.
02.05.2010
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Margaret Snipe, a.k.a. Snippy, watched Elmer Grant pick up the staple gun and run a row of staples into the frame. He put his arms around the naked woman and pulled the gauze tight. It looked almost ritualistic, like someone binding feet or some obscure fetish.
