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| I have an itch, it needs to be scratched.
If you have the same thing I have, you will understand.
As hard as I try, I can't make it go away.
I need to feel my hands tight on your neck.
I need to see the red marks I leave on your ass.
I long for the anticipation of our next meeting, and the excitement I feel the day of.
I wait for your knock on the door, I pull you in, push you against the wall.
You are mine, for the rest of the afternoon your only concern is to make sure I am satisfied, and that you give me exactly what it is that I want - I take, you give.
You don't have to think.
You only have to feel.
You do what I say, and you must do it well.
When I am done, you are done.
You leave, we drive home satisfied, and filled.
Our itch has been scratched.
You wait now for my call, for the next time, each time it gets better, and better.
If you are a match, you know it by now. Contact me.
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