Inside the Mind of a Cynic
Trying to fuck me. Trying to fuck her. Trying to fuck anything. Cynthia critiqued every man, one by one, as they passed in front of her. Sitting alone at the restaurant table, stirring her whiskey sour...
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Closing my eyes I could feel him inside of me, around me, surrounding every part of me like the air on my skin and the blood in my veins. My muscles stretched and arched, moving to the imagined feeling...
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