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wolfed up by the scabrous dark that presses so very ravenously up against her bluish ankles

We were students of literature but we didn’t read in order to become clever and pass our exams with the highest commendations – we read in order to come to life. We were supremely adept at detecting metaphors, signs, analogies, portents – in books, and in our immediate realities. We confused life w…

[...] Dale was very sweaty, I didn’t like that I didn’t want it dripping on me – was he enjoying it? – I don’t know I don’t know what it must feel like to be right the way inside a woman who likes you a great deal but really doesn’t want you to be doing that and has said so and isn’t moving a singl…

Fleetingly cajoles the two fingertips with lubricious delight before the tongue and the lips, her whole mouth, departs from the hand completely