Descending from wherever good sex took me was a journey with its own pleasures. Radiance from nirvana still attached to me, like tendrils of golden paint after I’d touched the viscous liquid with my brush tip. No doubt my Kirlian Aura was brilliant, capable of powering the entire city. My pulse was sending aftershocks of sweetness to my limbs, like list…
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