Every sexual act is now an arrangement. Clear boundaries. Rules conjured only to be broken. The thrill of defying one's own perceived limits. I used to want to take things as far as will leave me alive and unblemished. I still seem to desire the trecherous paths. Give me metal and a man to pleasure then send him home.
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