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Once, when I fucked Tinkerbell, thirty glowing lights sprang to life in the dark static air of the by-the-hour motel room. They were new fairies I'd brought to life with each thrust. "I feel like someone's watching," I said, unsure I could continue, but Tink said,…
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The woman worked her way around the table in mechanical fashion, quickly, but exactingly. It was a sight to behold. Lovely had nothing to compare it to in her own experience. Things at Lovely's home were casual. They didn't own cloth napkins, or wine glasses. The silverware…
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