This is our boy, playing his first board game. He always needs to be in the middle of every activity.
This is our boy, playing his first board game. He always needs to be in the middle of every activity.
One kiss, and each spot of soreness - each little tender contusion - was transformed. Instead of pain, each bruise was filled with pleasure. It was as if . . . as if a clitoris sprang up in the place of every bruise, and when he kissed me I climaxed, again and again." -- The Door to December by Dean Koontz
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