I scratched my balls by the pinch-rub technique.
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I scratched my balls by the pinch-rub technique. It makes me go to the happy place. Then afterwards I smell my fingers. These private joys are all that sustain me because
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my ex-wife's inability to please anyone but the stockholders makes her too sleepy to spend any time down there. We only keep on this way because she's the only one I could ever let
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polish my wax fruit collection. I was particularly fond of the Red Delicious. He, on the other hand, like my kiwis. This was no surprise to me as she always
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switched genders between sentences. He liked my waxed kiwis because they were slippery yet stubbly. I told her that this was because
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I could grow my own kiwis. I had a farm up north, hired Smurfs to work there. They would breed my kiwis and rub them with Smurf milk so they would get all slippery-stubbly, then
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I could sell them at a much higher price. Stubble against the tongue with just the right amount of friction was a combination impossible to beat. But the new upstart had potential
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granted her her hormones had yet to kick in, but what she lacked in physicalness she more than made up for in zeal. Now if I could talk her into giving the koala a bath we would be
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in marsupial heaven. I told her that koalas are so sluggish because they're in a constant state of bliss. But this one smelled of pheromone and needed a good
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dose of eucalyptus to chill it the hell out. It was looking more awake than blissful and honestly a little ruttish. I wondered idly what koala sex would be like to see and blushed.
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I set that as my life's goal: to amass such a personal fortune that I would have my own Koala preserve with an observation station. Hot and cold Koala sex. This time I would win.
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- 2010-12-13 16:40:17
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- 2011-03-11 13:29:04
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