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| Angry man, I sometimes meditate to vaporise my resentments. However, I gave a lot of unresolved sex left in Mr and this drives me to explore and practice sex passionately.
Socially, I'm a composed man with mild mannerisms. The real me, ironically, is in my fantasies. The real me uses a woman's body as an object of forceful sex, of imposing expression, of letting go of my deepest desires of bittersweet emotional outbursts.
It, invariably, results in physical exhaustion, bondage and numbness, but mental lightness, freedom and upliftment. Every fucking time.
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