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She came home in a foul mood from work last night & I accused her of having a red ass. She really got mad at that and kicked me in the crotch. As I was doubled over she drug me to the kitchen and told me she was going to "sauce" me for that. I wasn’t too scared at that point because I thought I knew what she was talking about. We had seen a news report about parents who put hot sauce on their children’s tongue for verbal infractions (cussing‚ lying‚ biting‚ etc). So when Tonya grabbed the bottle off the counter and crammed it in my mouth‚ I wasn’t worried. I like to season my food a lot and hot sauce isn’t my favortie‚ but I can handle it. Tonya likes to keep it in the house to spice up her bloody mary’s...
*wipes tear, sings America the Beautiful softly to himself*
lately i’ve been having naughty dreams about touching you in your special place that smells like the sea. sometimes after i’m done fingering your papercut i paint around your mouth with your own period juices. then i punch you in the face so that you’ll cry. you look like a sad clown and it makes me damp as a cellar down there. i wish you didn’t reject that story about the roach spray‚ it really turned me on. i’d let you set off a entire roach bomb inside my cooter.
This is, uh. wow. Yes feed it to the other filter.
But disturbing. So much of it is violent, rape, even necrophiliac (see the "#1 fantasy link". So, this is not good, while being good. Conflicted. Cognitive dissonance. Harriet Miers has a bachelor's degree in Mathematics.
We both were feeling the good parts that reminded us that we were still capable of loveing. Tonya reached for my privats and was amazed. I was already amazed by how firm and fit a woman could be.
because I just don't see how it could get better than that.
Once, a long, long time ago, I was sitting on the steps of the Multnomah County Courthouse, eating my lunch. Tonya Harding stormed out of the building and on her way past, she knocked my cup of coffee into my lap. She didn't apologize. I had to go home and change my pants. My boss yelled at me for taking such a long lunch.
Knowing that someone on the internet would probably find that very, very arousing almost makes it worth
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