If you could write down the words moving through a man's mind as he masturbates you'd have a quick bonus bonk read, I used to think. But words were never adequate or the point in the bar where the girl is a boy the boy is a girl the two girls exchange underpants the one with the dildo is the boy each needs to know what the other is feeling, so the thrill of humiliation is visited on one and the other is disbelieved, perennial virgin, with teeth marks on her buttocks hiding in the closet and the power between them is distributed unequally the other on her knees in ecstasy
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