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He's a magic man. | A Dissolute Life Means...
I’m on my balcony with my black coffee and horrible sunburn. The dog is dozing in the warm morning breeze at my feet. Anita O’Day is crooning on the record player. And when I think about straddling his face Saturday night I feel a twitch and a pull deep in my center. His tongue thrust …