This is the progress we are making. What is the progress, like where, on level of thought or action? I have got my hand on my fucking heart.
This is the progress we are making. What is the progress, like where, on level of thought or action? I have got my hand on my fucking heart.
You mean fuck!? Who do you fuck with, who fucks with you, are you fucking with me, don’t fuck with me, go fuck yourself. Ok, to the subject. There was a headline: When female sex robots become available will there be use for women? Do you understand what you are talking about or do you just move your lips to make conversation?
image 2016-17, Wearing my garbage, shot using flashlight only.
Sex play number one. We went into his car and I sucked his dick. Don’t know who he was. I didn’t care. It was a brisk Autumn night. We went into his apartment and I sucked his dick. It had already started to snow heavily and that felt good. We moved on to his bed and I sucked his dick. It kept snowing. We kept changing the place of action while I sucked his dick. Sun came up and I sucked his dick in slow motion. You could see the windows were covered with dust and fingerprints and you could see the street. I saw his dick and I took it into my mouth. We went to a department store toilet and I sucked his dick. We did some grocery shopping and went to the car at the parking lot where I sucked his dick. And I truly hoped that everybody saw. He drove us to a deserted place and while doing that I sucked his dick. When we got there I sucked his dick. How the story ends? It doesn’t.
Deflowered, the flower has been demolished into less than a flower in broad daylight. Into less worthy of seeing. Flower has been a symbol of purity, nature, beauty, untouchable fragility and it is gone. Child has been turned into a woman with a push.
Opened, what happens there. Child is the flower, woman is ground for the man to grow from and he can be a child, but is a man, a flower. Is he a bug, an insect, who flies around?
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