I have a confession:
I am in love with flesh.No, I do not mean dead flesh which makes a fine lampshade cover or patchwork quilt but I mean "the living flesh". Warm flesh turns me on. I like to stroke it, caress it, lick it, bite it, nibble it, tease it, trace on it, massage it, kiss it and, sometimes, I wish I could merge my flesh with the flesh
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