009 Spooning. I was waiting, wooden but amenable; I had been prepared for the event I was to be introduced to an exotic experience. I was in my element. I slipped into the interior. Sweetness was waiting in a warmed bowl. I stirred passionately making it with syrupy colours, it was my forgotten... Sign in to see full entry.
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