This piece of flesh I so desire. A shaft. Strong and hard. They come in varying sizes and shapes.
These bodies I desire. How I long to be in love.
These pieces of flesh I’ve seen in photographs. So many sizes and shapes. It makes me hard to think of all of these shafts waiting to be rode.
Being alone makes you aware of your desires.
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