You haven’t told me what you want. They ask, sipping
pinot noir from a Vegemite jar. But how can I possibly reply all of it without sounding
I want it all. Hair rollers
and a vacuum cleaner. Her and Her bath towels and a matching
Scratch that.
I want
your hands all over me, deep inside me. I want lingering kisses and fucking til dawn.
I want it all. Gigglin…
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