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Come sit by me. Take a little break. I will give you beer and pasta and guacamole and pizza until you can't think straight. We will watch your tummy become round, and your hair grow long. I will listen to you talk talk and talk. I may not always understand, but I will be understanding. I'll pick on you until you smile. I'll tell you absurd things in German accents, yahh. We'll play a little guitar. Come sit by me, the sofa is comfy. Does the world really need another punk rocker?
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he said. and I laid down next to him. I promised you a massage in the break room, he said, and he was true to his word. You're so soft, he said, as his hands carressed the skin of my back. I like your tattoo, he said, as his hands strayed lower, tickling the small of my back. You're panties are driving me nuts, he said, as he traced the strings with his fingers. And there was a long silence as we watched a movie I had never seen nor desired to see. Is it my turn, he asked, and we switched positions. That feels good, he said, as my hands deftly worked out the knots. When you leaned over in the break room, he said, I wanted you and couldn't get you out of my mind tonight. And there was another long silence as he comtimplated his next move. You taste like Kool-aid, he said, and his lips were softer, warmer, and gently than I imagined...
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minnesota_chris
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oh my I've created an erogenous zone!
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minnesota_chris
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If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me. --Alice Roosevelt Longworth
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she says as she stretches out her long and slender legs, with firm calves and thighs so perfect they could make a grown man cry, and so he did and_he_lives
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unhinged
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splintered_heart i need to cuddle and hold hands.
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When you do and we are rubbing ankles or bumping knees while facing opposite directions then we see the entirety of the menagerie screeching, rattling their cages, pulling back their lips and wishing to rip us to shreds
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090527
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what's it to you?
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