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| We know who we are: the constantly aroused. Eye lock on the street or the restaurant, and we know what we'd like to do. Find a way to get closer, test each other, slip our hands beneath a table, reach out from the bar stool and let my fingers crawl along your thigh as your legs relax and open and feel my fist push in, sneak into a dark corner, face each other in a bathroom mirror, find an alley way or short stay and let our inner selves out... though we are never sure which one is real all we know we want to feel that person near, thrusting, fucking, and kneeling. Married and handsome, with a dom edge seeking a woman like himself, pretty/attractive, white female, married, or single, understanding that we need to find that someone to feel and feed our desires with before returning to our vanilla lives. NSA or repeat encounters....
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