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1:37:18
I was sleeping, probably dreaming about environmental issues in Latin America, surfing championship in Peru, migrations from Poland, carneval in Rio, shopping in Paris, $ vs. €, abortion issue in Malta, potential of communism, or simply about getting laid.
That is also why the first touch on the back of my neck did not feel so bad anyway.
With the preciseness of a nuclear-biology expert, the second touch followed.
I slowly woke up. It is Mrs.Her, coming on to me, again. It feels...good. A feeling forgotten, somehow new.
With the strength of a junkie's shot coming into their veins, the bite follows.
Why my arm? Ah, okay, you changed your mind.
But, why do you smell like that? Is that beer? How much beer is that?
And why now, after all this time? Do you think you can just hop into my bed, hold me like a hostage, fuck me with your breath on my neck?!
I guess you can.
But all this beer, and your breathing, it's too fast. Why so different?
Nevermind, don't stop.Yes, you can go there. And for the last time, it won't hurt like that night!
Can I move? Or is my part here just to be still and wet?!
Can you touch the right part of my belly again? The right one. And again...

And.

And.


1:37:41
Mr.He, what are you doing in my bed?!