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allow me to be concise & clear. sexual frustration is a monster. a beast, even -- one you can't battle with even the best of intentions.
my desire cannot be contained. i'd think more clearly if i had that release. i know my body. i know my mind. it's not about stress of the typical sort. nah, duke. this is something that's gathered itself in a ball of energy at the base of my neck & my shoulder blades are hurting something terrible. it isn't my posture, dammit.
i need some buck wild sexual activity. i mean, like
sweatybuckwildoohbabyfuckmeharderdammitohmygodiIiIiIiiiii...
oops. sorry. perhaps i need to just fking go to sleep.
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