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“I stopped cataloguing how my blood boiled, how my skin itched, and how my mind sang for freedom. I focused only on the thickness stretching me. The overwhelming delight of accepting my soul mate into my body. He was what I craved. His tongue had been a perfect entrée, but this … this was the main course and dessert all in one.”

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Sin & Suffer

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