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Psychic memory, and your hands on my body.

They weren’t able to make their phones work. I might well have had sixteen outstanding warrants. They asked me. I said, “No.”

You can’t ever get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find… you get what you need. And I need.

In which I rediscover a distinctly adolescent sensation.

I haven’t been writing all that much.

Trump’s version of LBJ’s dictum: I wanna be peed on.

This may be the least sexy post I’ve ever written. It’s about Kellyanne Conway.

In which I imagine you doing something profoundly hot for me.

She oozes sex….

Holy fuck, those lips. They fucking NEED my cock between them.