I kept hearing the whispers behind her. They kept implying that her usual preference for a sexual encounter is one wherein she is "somewhat attacked and likes to be bound and cry and pretend she is not happy."
Naturally, that made me somewhat apprehensive...
I always wonder at the acrobatics the neuronal fledgelings enjoy when experiencing the rich and vast territories of your writing ! You are awesome !
ReplyDeleteThank you.....I just found this comment. I like "neuronal fledglings!" Like it reminds me of "some neurone-chaperone, agent meet from Rolling Stone...DJ from the East, says "dethrone the dictaphone--hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least."
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