I’d been celibate for YEARS when I met him. God had me so trussed up I didn’t even see he was walking around as the physical manifestation of the epitome of happily guttural, ride you for fackin’days, horny, heavenly me for another like 18 months. Yeah yeah yeah, he’s a fuckin genius too. Does his own thing etcetera. Like…he fits. All that. The specs. Below. Like it makes sense.

… But this …is different.


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