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Interlude, with cock - On Queer Street
Today is a filthy poetry day, because I couldn’t concentrate to writing yesterday – I was filled with anticipation for the evening’s sex date, which itself was filled with twisted adventures. It was an interlude, with cocks, and it was delightful. And now I really need to go and wash my hair! Tell me to get on my knees – No, push me down. Sometimes, it’s only when I have no choice That I feel I won’t breakdown. An unhealthy coping mechanism, To shake my depressive mood? Or maybe it’s a guilty pleasure A much-needed interlude. I taste pre-come on my lips Where later I’llRead More →