The last time I indulged in that combination, I ended up in bed with my ex-boyfriend who I apparently called up after seven months of not speaking to one another. the worst part is, I don't even remember it. I mean, if I make bad decisions that involve heavy petting, I should at least be able to recall it for my future habitual abstinence.
No, a tranquilizer gun is more my style. Not much into the whole necrophilia thing. Having a boyfriend that liked it when my skin was ice cold was creepy enough for me.
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