„His heart, his soul, his life, his cock, they all belonged to his wife, enumerating his parts in escalating importance. Boarding my plane at JFK, I promised myself that if he gave in, gave up, and fell with sweetness into my bed, he would live for me to tell the tale. If he didn’t, I would tell a different tale. It was all up to him, you see, whether he lived or died. It was his body, his choice.”
— Sep 12, 2022 09:11AM
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