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pacifistaggressivist Asked:
Holy lord that's far... I think I can rig for a USPS postman/postwoman to deliver. Nor rain nor sleet nor snow nor Pacific? I had your address to send some tunes and now I can’t find it here or on FB… grrr. If you wish me to post it today send me your deets.
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She…
She fantasises about sleeping with younger boys because of their nerves and anticipation, their fast paced breath, their quivering skin, trying desperately to stop their arousal being vocalised. She feels powerful.
She fantasises about older men and plays the image of their manly arms picking her up from underneath her arse while she wraps her legs around their waist, openly vocalising how they feel about her. She feels small.
She fantasises about girls her age coming up behind her, taking her by the hand and dragging her into a alley way where she is pushed up against a wall. One hand riding up her top, the other wrapping around her lower back. They kiss passionately yet softly, stop stare at each other for a moment before breaking apart and walking off in opposite directions. She feels alive.
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