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Lamp Low #1

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We usually met at his apartment.

Gaining weight after being all too unhealthily employed again, each encounter happened under dimmer lighting than the last. Female pleasure, linked with pride (usually mislabeled prudence), in discontinuance, (no matter whose perspective you choose) as vitality separated from me.

Now affording my own privacy, he came to see me. Ground floor, no curtains, I neglected to keep the lamp on. No foreplay, my g-spot immediately betrayed me while having an out-of-body experience (also short-lived); watching myself shake superficially through temporary alleviation of sexual famine.

Sodomy would have felt more ethereal.

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    Rodindeadpan over 4 years ago

    Dr Abbler and I wanted to watch longer but you were too quick. Try holding your breath and counting to 60. I can last 2 minutes now with that little trick.

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    op ruoho over 4 years ago

    I don't know how to counter that without disclosing too much information or being offensive. Congratulations, Rodindeadpan, on stunning my cheeky side.

    Thanks for the votes, boys. =p

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