what would it be like if it was someone else? what would it look like, with someone else between my legs probing and taking? watching my face and it's changes, it's expressions. what would he give me, what would he take?
i don't have room to think about it, other than in the half-dream world of 5 am waking up fantasies, when you allow me to let him in. the strings that tie me are loosened then.
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