A little joke for Valentines day.
Two people are making love. Nothing is held back -- they cross every line, are in perfect sync with each other, become as if one. Finally, many erotic postitions, intimate words, and a mindblowing mutual orgasm later, the woman whispers tenderly into the mans ear: Ill tell you who I was thinking of if you tell me who you were thinking of.
I read this (something like this -- I'm paraphrasing) in the introduction to Timothy Greenfield-Sanders' book of photos, XXX. The photos are lame as fuck, but Gore Vidal hits the G spot, as usual. G as in Genius. G as in Gay. G as in "God, why the hell would he attach his intelligence to something as stupid as that book?" G as in Good story though, eh kids?
Two people are making love. Nothing is held back -- they cross every line, are in perfect sync with each other, become as if one. Finally, many erotic postitions, intimate words, and a mindblowing mutual orgasm later, the woman whispers tenderly into the mans ear: Ill tell you who I was thinking of if you tell me who you were thinking of.
I read this (something like this -- I'm paraphrasing) in the introduction to Timothy Greenfield-Sanders' book of photos, XXX. The photos are lame as fuck, but Gore Vidal hits the G spot, as usual. G as in Genius. G as in Gay. G as in "God, why the hell would he attach his intelligence to something as stupid as that book?" G as in Good story though, eh kids?
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I guess there's nothing that important that I wanted to say... just, um... I think you're really special.