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Masseuse
Lover (c) Copyright Zealot, 2002 Thumbs in, she presses on my spine, her hands tracing its slow turns, down the sore, potholed road up the bony steps, around the rusted gate, to the soft backyard grass. She is so young--I hide undressed, face down in the massage mattress, she is gentle; a lover there is a musk candle slowly burning next to a bottle of primrose oil. She's in the other room as I dress, my body opened like a new moon. Wine tasting with Tanja overlooking Szchenyi Hid, Budapest That was intimate the way you took my glass, or was it my penis and drank with lips (you've made it clear) that had every interest in tasting me. Electric Eel the way you engulf me, swallowing my cock leaves me twitching, like your mouth is an electric eel and you have discovered my power supply each blessed sensation reverberates through every sinew.
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