One on one erotic text chat. And now what?
Matriarchy and feminism fucking comes on all fronts. but still.
Go out in this park, the one described in my story “Raising Helen,” look at these willows by the water, there is very little old willow. And think how much they had seen. how many fingers broke the women for themselves with their twigs, if not manicured, without long nails, but no less delicate than pens in our time, if not such uninhibited and with a bunch of cockroaches in my head, but Still wet girls at the thought that they will be flogged, the thought “I am today risers”, the idea that if it were used for this guy peeping with neighboring hut, which she is not indifferent.