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Review: Lelo Ella from Babeland

When I first discovered Lelo toys I wanted them all. When pressed to pick one for review from what was available at the time, I narrowed things down to the Nea and the Gigi. I opted for the Nea. Now while I love my Nea, I have lusted for the Gigi all along. Unfortunately, the opportunity to review one hasn’t come my way, however when Babeland offered the non-vibrating version, the Ella, I jumped at the chance.

I love the Ella. It makes me want the Gigi even more.

Ella is made of high quality silicone, and it’s velvety to the touch. It’s firm, yet yields a little bit – kinda like a real cock – but the Ella is designed specifically to hit your g-spot. When showing it to new people I have to explain that it’s not the phallic shaped handle that you insert (although you can definitely use it that way if you’d like) but the strange nobby end that goes inside. The nobby bit, presses evenly on your g-spot which feels phenomenal if you’re into g-spot stimulation like I am. The combination of the Ella inside and the Hitachi Magic Wand on my clit was stellar. I couldn’t possibly exaggerate how good it felt. You could also apply the Magic Wand to the handle of the Ella to make it vibrate – sort of a makeshift Gigi!

It’s not the toy to reach for if you’re looking to feel filled as it’s relatively small. But for g-spot stimulation it is par excellence. It can be sterilized easily (10% bleach solution rub down or boiling) and thus can be shared between partners with sterilization in between. Or you can always slip a condom over it for easy and safe swapping (change the condom between people of course).

You can get the Ella at Babeland for $44, which is a wonderful price for a toy that’s made of quality material that should last a lifetime. Knowing what I know now, I really should have bought the Ella ages ago.

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Thank you to Babeland for sending this toy for review. This toy was received for free for review purposes and I was expected to give my honest assessment.

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Pain and Healing

For my twitter followers, it’s no news that I’ve been dealing with some severe PMS lately (may even be PMDD). The week before my period I experience mood swings, depression, anxiety, difficulty concentrating, fatigue, increased appetite, and considering I suffer from clinical depression already, this turns into one roller coaster of a hellish week for me and many of those around me. However, MasterDoc has been working with me to try to figure out ways we can head it off or treat it in some way. The obvious answer is that I should go to my gynecologist and possibly be put on hormonal birth control. But beyond that, there’s something we can do to diminish the effects of PMS – BDSM. (It takes an acronym to fight an acronym.)

I put in a special request for him to use the new Wartenberg wheel I purchased recently, and needles as well.  I could tell I needed something even more endorphin-triggering than a spanking. I also needed cuddles, which he administered right away when I got to his place.

I had never played with the wheel before – although sometime in my earlier life I’m sure it was used on me medically to test nerve reactions. He ran the wheel and its sharp pins over my naked body. The sensation made me jump and giggle. It felt like tickle, but also like pain and finally it sometimes felt like little electric shocks running over my body. It turned me on surprisingly well and fast. That intense melange of sensations immediately woke up my senses. I felt the insistent swell of my labia as I became aroused. I was surprised at how easily it worked for me, but as MasterDoc later pointed out he had taken the time to do a little foreplay before that. I don’t remember what came before, however, just what came after.

He slapped my inner thighs, always the most painful part of my body to have slapped. Being slapped on the pussy can hurt a great deal too, but I think the skin on my thighs is just too thin and sensitive. He took an alcohol swab, cleaned up an area of my inner thigh and took in the expression on my face when I realized he was going to stick me in such a sensitive spot. I was nervous. A little bit freaked out even. But he slid one needle into my thigh, and the pain lasted only a second while it penetrated the skin. Following the needle stick was an amazing endorphin rush. Everything around me faded away, and I could feel this “whoosh” of chemicals flood my body. It felt like I’d imagine shooting heroin to feel. It was like shooting up drugs, only there were no drugs on or going through the needle. It was purely a brand new hypodermic needle – no syringe – fresh out of the package. Fuck. It was amazing.

He did a second needle, which hurt a little more than the first, but it produced another rush. I think I’ve found a new favorite way to get an endorphin high.

With the needles in place, he pressed on them a little and I welcomed the slight pain. He used the magic wand on my clit and drove me completely fucking crazy. He pressed it hard into my clit, unrelenting for the most part (kinda like I tend to do when I use the wand on another woman). I moaned, partly with pleasure, partly with desperation to come. I was worried that he’d manage to make me come without me getting permission first. I finally gave in and begged when he dragged it out and he still didn’t tell me to come.  After a little more teasing, he gave me permission. The endorphins already released through my body enhanced the orgasms I had. My eyes bugged out one moment as I gasped for air. The next minute they were shut tight as I blabbered some nonsensical noises and combinations of “oh god” and “oh fuck.” My right hand grabbed at MasterDoc’s back and his hair. He had me take the wand over, and he used my Ella dildo. He fucked me with it hard and I kept the wand on my clit. I came for what felt like 10 minutes. It probably wasn’t that long, but it seemed to go on forever. If all the women of the world could feel this way at least once a week we’d have a world full of happy women. Heck, once a month would be an improvement for many women. I was surprised how long he made me come, but with lessening my depression as a goal, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. After, I was wiped out and very, very satisfied. A puddle of come had accumulated under me.

I was also very happy. And the next day, and the day after, I wasn’t depressed any more. I still had some PMS symptoms to deal with, but damn, if that didn’t cure my depression.

I’m a very lucky girl.

MasterDoc’s depression cure works again!

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Snowed In with Kink Academy

I had a great afternoon watching videos on KinkAcademy.com. I loved the self-bondage (rope handcuffs) instructions from Klawdya Rothschild. MasterDoc is not good with rope, perhaps I can tie myself up for him.

While it’s not a porn site, the instructional videos cause my mind to wander off into fantasies. Watching a video on caning I developed this image of me in the behind the back restraint, with the dental gag in, being caned while bent over the sofa or something. *fans self* Watching Lee Harrington’s video on age play made me think of various role playing possibilities. MasterDoc and I have talked a little about role playing lately. Not our usual, ongoing roles of Dominant and submissive, but perhaps things like Headmaster and naughty school girl, or Doctor/patient. I remember my first boyfriend and I doing a lot of role playing, since we were stuck in my car a lot we’d pretend one of us was chauffeur and the other the rich employer who seduces them. Or that one of us was totally innocent and the other is introducing them to sex (the innocent bit was not so far from the truth for either of us).

I love how Kink Academy puts a huge emphasis on safety. If you’re going to do most bdsm practices, learning what you’re doing is so important. Also, despite being an experienced kinkster, I learn new things all the time from the Kink Academy videos. Oh and I noticed this visit that there are even some free videos. Go check ‘em out.

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Monday Show

I’m terribly behind in chronicling this, but hopefully I remember (and jotted down) enough details to make this a worthwhile blog entry.

MasterDoc had a man over for a show on Monday. This man had seen DeeDee already and when MasterDoc texted him about coming over to see me, he sent the coded text: “Would you like to come see my other property Monday night?”

I set up my laptop so it played internet porn on MasterDoc’s television. There was a lot of chat, the guy who came was very friendly and not terribly unlike MasterDoc (same generation, Jewish, similar personality). It was a mostly jovial, relaxed situation that night. While that’s fun, it’s also hard to get “in the mood” when there’s a lot of joking.

MasterDoc and I both weren’t particularly horny that night, but the show must go on! He caned me for a while, lovely stripes showing up on my ass. I was in need of a beating so I was glad. After, MasterDoc had me suck his cock for a bit, but he wasn’t getting very hard because he had to urinate.

Yup. You can guess what happened next. The guy wanted to see him pee on me and MasterDoc was happy to oblige. I knelt in the tub while MasterDoc pissed on me and the other guy jerked off to orgasm. I have to admit, it was pretty fucking hot. The warm piss running down my body, some humiliation felt, the other guy obviously really excited and pulling furiously on his cock. Funny thing is, the guy said after that the peeing is just not his thing. Pretty funny considering how worked up he was and that he came quickly and easily!

When gathering toys for the show, I was smart and thought that MasterDoc might want the nipple suckers (they’re snake bite suckers really). I was dead on. He placed them on my nipples and the suction hurt. He mercilessly flicked them, watching the expression on my face.

He had me lay back with the suckers still on my nipples and play with the magic wand. I writhed on the floor with the wand buzzing on my clit. MasterDoc removed the suckers, turned me over and fucked me from behind. The guy was permitted to play with my breasts as I was fucked and he even ended up holding the magic wand for me when I grew tired of holding myself up with one arm. MasterDoc eventually let me come, and when I did he switched to his fingers and slammed my pussy as I came. He made me keep coming until I could come no more.

I lay on the mat and the guy massaged my back a little while MasterDoc took a call. The guy asked me to tug on his balls while he stroked himself and after making sure I had permission from MasterDoc I obliged. MasterDoc specifically told the guy not to come on my face, and he ended up coming on my hand as I pulled down his balls. He was kind enough to grab a tissue and wipe my hand off immediately after.

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His Hands and My Body Make Beautiful Music Together

I hadn’t seen him for a few days and I’ve been so horny for him lately.

We were in bed, touching each other. I indulged my senses in the feel of his fingers along my body, in the scent of him, in the texture of his chest hair. I love the way my body reacts to his touch. He knows just where to touch me – non-errogenous zones – to work me up and arouse me. Massaging where hip meets thigh, firmly stroking my thighs, calves. We had some sort of hot porn on, but now, a few days later, I can’t recall what it was.

He fucked me doggy style. I bucked my hips back to meet him and started moaning from the stroking of his cock inside me. We fucked for a while, and I didn’t orgasm although if he had given permission I could have. Despite this I was still pretty damned happy. Which is saying a lot for a goal-oriented slut like myself.

As he lies next to me, he takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it hard. His tongue toys with the areola and he uses suction to pick my breast up away from my supine body. I gasp and roll my hips as he does this. I run my fingers through his wavy hair.

At this point I was totally lusting after him. I was hungry for his touch, his caresses. I twined my fingers in his chest hair and ran my hands down his body. I massaged his inner thighs and he told me how good that felt.

After languorously playing with my nipple, he went back to playing my body like an instrument. I stroked my slick clit as he teased me and told me dirty things. I came hard with my fingers on my clit, but it was his talk and touch that made the orgasm really happen. I came two or three times that evening – without fucking. He clasped my throat at one point and I wasn’t sure if I loved or feared the fuzziness that came over my vision.

We fucked again later and he let me use the magic wand on my clit. I love feeling the buzz on my clit while I feel his thick cock fill me up. I fuck him frantically trying to control how fast he thrusts in and out of me. He ultimately controls it, however, no matter how hard I try. I come, and come, and come when he gives me the word.

It seemed like we were pretty much over playing but I was still lusting hard. I licked and kissed his chest, stroking him all over. I played with his inner thigh and the lower portions of his ass. I know this feels good to him. He tugged at his cock until ready to come. In the meanwhile I positioned my mouth nearby and licked my lips, hungrily longing for his come in my mouth. I kept eagerly springing forward in the hopes that he was ready to spurt. I looked like those women in porn films that are open mouthed and licking their lips in lust over some guys’ cock. I thought it seemed a bit overdone when I’ve seen it in porn but perhaps I just hadn’t had the right guy in front of me before. I wanted his cock in my mouth.

He came in my mouth and I sucked on it while holding the come. Instead of his usual request for me to dribble out his come he had me spit into a glass. He threatened to have me drink it but thankfully saved me from it… that night. He keeps talking about me snowballing with DeeDee.

Later he wanted to come again – something that pretty much never happens. I was getting tired by this time, but I did as Sir told me and got pillows so I could kneel on the floor and play with his cock as he reclined on the couch. He came into my mouth again. There wasn’t much come this time, but I was glad that he was satisfied. I went to bed with a smile on my face.

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Pleasurists #65

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Why I Think the Concept of Privilege is Not “Bullshit”

I’ve been giving quite a bit of thought to both Champagne and Benezdrine’s post on privilege being “bullshit” and Britni’s response to it. My opinion falls on the side of Britni’s argument, and it’s not only from my exposure to feminist theory, it’s also due to classes I’ve taken on serving the underprivileged (hey, there’s that word with a prefix!) in the library. It’s difficult to see our privilege as we’re surrounded mostly by others in our same situation. If we’re middle class and white, we tend to find ourselves around other people who are at least one or the other of those things.

In the classes I took on serving the underprivileged, the point was made that values and experiences are so completely different. When you’re poor, you focus on learning “the system” so you can get the assistance you need (doled out by people of the middle class usually), this takes precedence over things like reading for personal enrichment. The middle class, however, has the luxury to make education and upward mobility a priority. They have enough resources that they don’t have to spend their time worrying how to get medical assistance with no money or insurance, or how to get enough food when their job doesn’t pay enough. The middle class, blind to their advantages, look down on the working class as not trying to better themselves when that’s not the reality.

In the public library, this tends to play out in the following way: the librarians are by majority middle class. They have had the opportunity to go to graduate school for their degree and they live in middle class neighborhoods and are, by vast majority, white. The paraprofessionals at the library vary from middle class to working class. The library patrons are usually working class or middle class, but how they use the library is often very different. (And Champers, you’re right that this is not an absolute, nothing is, but it’s very often true.) For the middle class, like myself, the library is chiefly a place where you can get books and knowledge to help further yourself (or for entertainment) and it’s a bonus that you can get other materials like DVDs and CDs. For a working class person, the library is chiefly a place where you can get internet access, which you can’t afford at home and ever-increasingly need to apply for jobs that don’t even require use of the computer at work. DVDs and other entertainment are important because you can’t afford it otherwise, and hell, being underprivileged you quite possibly need the escapism more than the middle class who can afford other forms of entertainment.

Looking at privilege is a difficult thing. In reading the articles that Britni linked, the one on white privilege made me really uncomfortable at many points. It’s hard to admit that you have advantages due to the lottery of your birth. A feeling of guilt often comes along with this. But it’s important to look at so you can work on bridging those advantages and bringing people of various classes together, not keeping them set apart. Of course, being of the dominant class there’s an impetus to keep the status quo, after all you benefit.

In thinking about this before I started writing, I realized a place where my privilege is showing – computer knowledge. I get frustrated with people who come to the library and need their hands held through basic tasks on the computer. I think to myself, “It’s 2010! Who doesn’t know how to use a computer or surf the ‘net?? Why haven’t we all learned by now? Why aren’t they asking me reference questions – it’s what I trained for!” This shows my privilege by the fact that as a middle class, white woman I have been exposed to computers in my office jobs and at college and I’ve had the money to purchase my own computers and internet service to use at home. However, others are not as fortunate and they rely on the library to help bridge that gap for them. By my looking down on those who are still new to using computers in this day and age I’m helping to keep them down – if they can see my disdain at helping them, they’re less likely to seek my help – and therefore less likely to get help and get the opportunity to rise up to the level of knowledge I have. In this situation, yes, I am a bit of an asshole. Not intentionally, but the whole point of discussing privilege is to make me aware of this so I don’t continue to act like an asshole and in the process help keep others down.

Champers, as an Englishman, I would think that you’d be a bit more aware of class differences than an American. The class system tries to blur itself in the US, but it’s still very much here, in the UK it’s more overt. In a class system (be it based on socieoeconomic status, skin color, gender, sexual orientation, etc.) the dominant class has an interest in keeping things the same. This will blind them to their privilege – however I think where Champers and others like him go wrong is that they then take this concept to be a personal attack – when it’s not personal at all. I’m not saying people with privilege (in many ways myself among them) are simply (and in all situations) assholes, not at all. They are people who are fortunate who need to become aware of how they are fortunate in ways that are not rational or fair.

Looking at one’s privilege is uncomfortable. It’s hard to acknowledge the unfairness in the system when that unfairness benefits you. The goal of talking about privilege is not to berate those who have it, the goal is consciousness raising (much like the feminists of the 70s) so that we can see where our advantages are creating disadvantages for others.

I think for those on the other side of privilege (such as when I, as a woman, read the article on male privilege) it’s obvious the myriad subtle (and not subtle) ways in which they’re oppressed. They live it every day. It’s easier to acknowledge when privilege oppresses rather than benefits you. When you try to point these things out to the dominant class, they get defensive. I think Champers is an intelligent and well-meaning person who strives to be decent to all. However, his privilege still blinds him at times. (And again, this does not personally make you an asshole, Champers. This is just something to examine. I may act like an asshole sometimes due to my privilege of computer knowledge, but ultimately I’m someone who strives to treat all equally. I strive to make library service accessible and as helpful to everyone as possible. But my privilege does blind me.)

The biggest privilege of all is the privilege to not see the privilege you have. Those who don’t have it, have no choice but to see they don’t have it. Champers, it’s pretty fucking ridiculous to compare the “female privilege” of being bought drinks at a bar to the male privilege of earning enough to do so easily. It’s absurd to say that because I’m seen as a sexual object (being female and all) and can then get out of speeding tickets (not that I’m hot enough to do that. I’m not. Unattractive, or average, women have less privilege than attractive ones.) that this is a wonderful thing.

Champers, by focusing on the ways in which you don’t have privilege, you help perpetuate the ways in which you do have privilege. By focusing on, “Look at me! I’m a white male and I have to bust my ass to feed my family!” helps distract us from the fact that a black man in the same situation will have to deal with a myriad of other difficulties and oppressions on top of that. By arguing that privilege doesn’t exist, you are helping perpetuate it and keep your place of dominance – whatever dominance you manage to have even though you’re not way at the top of the dominant group. The point of talking about privilege is not to confine us to where we were born, but to make all of us aware of how we oppress others. Practically all of us have some sort of privilege to look at – some of us more than others. Whining about how men don’t have the option to have babies (oh poor men!) helps cloud the fact that the ability of having babies comes with myriad disadvantages in life. It’s interesting that those who supported your post are by and large – like you – the people who have the most to gain by keeping the status quo.

You’re not bad people, but you are blind. Time to wake up. We’re not trying to berate you, we’re trying to help you see the folly of your ways so you can join us as an ally.

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Mood Swings

It’s hard dealing with mental illness. I suffer from depression and when it hits it makes everything seem terrible and insurmountable. When it passes, I think, “How silly that I was THAT worked up.” In the meantime, I’ve quite possibly put MasterDoc or Davey through hell. Thankfully, they both love me and understand that I can’t really control the depression. Doesn’t make it any easier for them to deal with it though. It’s also not fun for me either.

Yesterday was one of those days. I seem to be having more of them than usual lately. I plan to talk to my shrink about medication, because perhaps the regimen I’ve been on for a few years now isn’t working as well.

In a fit of pique, I declared on twitter that I was giving up sex. I’m sure people reading that knew it wouldn’t stick. By the time the day was over I had sex with MasterDoc (entirely of my choosing) and orgasms helped settle me. We’re working on ways to help head off these bouts via beatings (endorphins help), medication, orgasms, and anything else that might help level off or lift my mood. Unfortunately I was a teary, angry mess yesterday before things could be headed off. When I started to gain perspective on the situation (“Oh, I see! This is depression speaking and making everything seem so irreparably terrible!”) cuddles helped a great deal. I cried a lot, started getting depressed about having been depressed (not to mention having been so harsh to MasterDoc). MasterDoc and I laughed about that a bit – the whole getting depressed because I get depressed. It’s silly I know, but I do feel terrible guilt for being difficult when I’m depressed.

I appreciate all the support from my twitter and facebook friends as I rode through the turmoil yesterday. It’s wonderful that people I don’t even really know will offer words of encouragement and support.

That’s why I didn’t get around to blogging about my Sunday evening in with MasterDoc. It was a bumpy night in a way – there was sex, a break, MasterDoc not really feeling like doing a lot but meanwhile I was craving a long night of hard, rough sex. (Been watching too much rough sex porn lately.) He decided that he wanted to come, and we played with ourselves while watching porn. He was going to come on me but the spurts didn’t quite make it to my hip that was laying beside him. I used the magic wand on myself and thankfully MasterDoc gave me a little of what I was craving then. Hand on throat, slapped thighs, I begged him to hurt me. The roughness made me come so much harder than I would have with the magic wand alone.

I can’t wait to try more rough stuff with him.

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Rough Porn

He asked if I wanted it long and slow, or short and fast. I said slow, hoping for a long evening of kink. He had that serious domly look in his eyes, the one that makes me oh so hot. He had me sit up so he could play with my tits. He’d look me right in the eye and then twist a nipple to watch the look on my face as it hurt. In the background we had rough sex porn running, and I was insanely wet already. I know it’s so wrong, and I know that extreme stuff can make people uncomfortable (because of its resemblance to some very bad things) but Jesus, watching a woman get her face fucked makes me so hot and so want to be in her place. I want to be roughly handled, gagged on his cock. I want to be a drooling mess.

He tried out the new dental gag I bought, it was really hot for the humiliation aspect of it, as i sat there with my mouth wide open. (It’s a Jennings dental gag, but without the strap like the one on this page.) It’s a shame I didn’t drool but I found my mouth growing dry instead. My tongue was exposed for him to see and it felt naked without teeth and lips to hide behind.

MasterDoc grabbed the magic wand, and he pressed it to my clit. My eyes would flicker, then close and I’d be lost in my ever increasing arousal. It flooded me, flooded my senses. I would come so close to coming and he would stop. And the fact that he was controlling my arousal and eventual orgasm made it even hotter. He teased me for a bit and I was lost in his intense eyes. Him being in control makes me so hot.

He had me remove the gag. Not only was my mouth dry but he was concerned that I’d break a tooth if I came with it in. We watched more porn, and I loved how the porn actress played the part of someone who’s surprised at the rough treatment she’s getting and oh dear how scared she is! I can get hot off of it if I can tell it’s play. I so desperately want to act out a scene like that with MasterDoc. I want to play scared, and let myself get into the role and feel scared. I want him to take me roughly, slap me about, push me down. I want him to piss on me. I want him to use my body in delicious and horrible ways. I was actually disappointed when he got up to go pee last night and didn’t decide to piss on me. I want to be passed around to various people for them to use my body.

He worked my Njoy plug into my ass and I stroked my wet clit and breathed heavy. I was so aroused. There was no hiding it. No hiding my sexuality. No hiding how much I wanted it.

He fucked me from behind with the stainless steel plug in my ass. I felt so full and having both holes filled like that was amazing. Oh god I wanted to come! Being fucked like that was so hot, I could feel him play with the plug in my ass. The only thing that could have improved that wonderful scenario is if another cock was available to go into my mouth at the same time.

In the porn, the actress is fucked up the ass by one man, while she’s being gagged on the cock of the other. Fuck. I want to experience that.

My knees gave out, so I had to crawl down onto the mat. After a breather and returning to my wits, I turned towards MasterDoc and played with his chest. I lusted after him so completely.

But alas, he wanted a snack. (And you can tell that this is a true story and not erotica, because the Dom doesn’t stop for a snack in the middle of an erotica piece.) I lay on the living room floor (we had been on the mat, you see) and watched the porn continue playing on the television. Seeing that woman being used and fucked and slapped around made me so hot. I’m sure MasterDoc could hear my moaning from the kitchen as I furiously stroked my clit. He came back in with some food and told me that I could make myself come if I wanted to.

So I focused on the porn and rubbed my slick clit until I came. To help me come, he held down my shoulder with his foot as best he could. The combination of hot porn, rapidly rubbed clit, being held down a little, and being under his foot led me to an explosive orgasm.

After all that expended energy, I needed a break, myself. A little later he decided that he wanted to come. I was slightly disappointed as I craved more fucking. But I played with his ass like he told me to and I grew more aroused knowing that he wanted to come in my mouth. When he was close to coming , I moved around to the front of him and placed my mouth right by the tip of his cock. I put his cock in my mouth as he came and then slid it further into my mouth to suck on the shaft. This kept him twitching with pleasure and it was so hot. I held his come in my mouth like he likes, and he told me to dribble it out onto the towel under me. I let it drool out and he was happy. I felt like a dirty slut and it felt so good.

I could have gone on all night fucking. I feel like something’s awakened in me that hasn’t been awake in years. I can’t remember going all night fucking for a very long time.

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