I want to lick your pussy

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I want to press my face into your jeans, to feel how hot your cunt is in anticipation of what I’m about to do to it.

I want to slide your jeans down, off your legs, over your ankles to reveal your thighs, your knees.

I want to force your knees wide apart, to expose your cunt, covered by your panties, to the air...
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Rejection and acceptance

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If you’ve spent a lot of time in therapy (or maybe just if you pay attention to yourself a lot), you’re familiar with the following phenomenon: the situations, relationships, behaviors, which you tell yourself you most want to avoid, you most fear, dislike, etc., are, seemingly coincidentally, the things toward which you most frequently gravitate. Inexorably. Irresistibly. Maddeningly.

This has always been true...
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Rape prevention

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There’s an app (Lulu – more on them in a moment) designed to help women rate potential boyfriends/dates. And people have found a host of ways to turn the tables on those who harass women on the street (like “Hollaback”).

What if there were a web site – “herapedme.com,” say – where people could post information relating to rapists?

I recognize at least some of...
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Why I eat your pussy

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Hunger

Oral sex is eating. I go down on you because I’m hungry. I want to devour you, to taste you. I’m hungry for you.

Yes, I suppose, I’m hungry for your pleasure (see below). But when it’s best, when I’m best, it’s not for you, for your pleasure, that I dive between your legs and devote myself to...
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James Deen has me thinking....

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As I’ve written, I’m kind of a big fan of James Deen. He is cute/hot in a way I can relate to, and he fucks pretty much as I would aspire to fuck.

But the longer he’s around, the more I see of him, the less I’m feeling that way.

Lately, he’s been popping up on various of the
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James Deen has me thinking....

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As I’ve written, I’m kind of a big fan of James Deen. He is cute/hot in a way I can relate to, and he fucks pretty much as I would aspire to fuck.

But the longer he’s around, the more I see of him, the less I’m feeling that way.

Lately, he’s been popping up on various of the
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Arrogance

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Arrogance is in the eye of the beholder. Regardless of what the dictionary says, if you think me arrogant, there’s no meaningful objection I can, or should, offer.

Someone who knows me well said, basically, “maybe your acute intelligence and impatience for fools and assholes were mistaken for arrogance.”

Funny that: I don’t generally think myself impatient with either fools OR assholes. Hell...
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Tuesday Jan 08, 2013

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Words are my currency

Those, and my cock, my hands, my tongue, and my imagination. And my demands.

Oh, yes, my demands. You will find (you already know) that when you comply, when you give me what I ask, I will ask for more.

It is with all this that I will reward you.

And yes, I want your words, sure. But what I really...
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Saturday Jan 05, 2013

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Hey, you. Yeah, you. I can see the outline of your bra through your t-shirt, the outline of your boyshorts through your skirt.

I want you to stand near me close enough that I can smell you, that I can sense you, but not so much that we touch. Or rather, close enough that when you bend down to fix your shoe, or pick up...
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Thursday Dec 08, 2011

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