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“Still, I guess I don’t want them to know when we’re having sex.”

“Why not?” I asked, lathering her shoulders and back.

“I don’t know. It just seems… dirty.”

“I thought you liked it dirty,” I teased, grinding my dick against her ass for effect.

“You know what I mean,” she said.



i don't know what she means. i don't think anyone does. i don't think she means something very coherent. so why does Paul pretend to understand, when she's just saying vague, blurry things? people should ask when they don't know, and keep at it until it actually makes sense to them.

Elliot Temple on October 31, 2004


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