December 27, 2017

“I grew tired yet refused to sit. I avoided the chairs and sofa. With each seat, I thought: There is a man hidden within. I saw it clearly, the man posed with knees and arms bent, head swathed in fabric, sighing with delight as my body eased onto his. I imagined that if I sat upon him, he would grow hard with erection, then come, his body seizing beneath mine, but so swaddled that I could not feel the jerk…”

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