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I haven't been harassed in a while

So i decided to open up comments

for those of you who don't want 

me to know you read this and

who might want to say something


Or confess your love for me. That always keeps things interesting ( even if it's not true, for the sake of the story it's wonderful)


If I keep getting comments about

how you want to impale me with

your raging cock, or that I'm a 

terrific whore who can't write, then we're

going back to the way things were.


Keep wanking. 

Comments

  1. dear camille. would u like too meet up and give me a blowjob in a public bathroom while i read whitman allowed. perhaps u can refer to my throbbing member as oh captain! my captain!

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  2. u dont actually want any love or raging cock

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  3. The only love and raging cock I want is yours, baby.

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  4. Ha, he said "oh captain, my captain". classic.

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  5. if thats the only thing you want then prove it...

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