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Description:Tweet news If anyone had told me that I would become this crazy and obsessed just by getting laid, I would have done it sooner. We both agreed it was better left at that one time, we would be better without going down that lane again. No emotions, no recurrence. But how am I supposed to do that when most of my spare time, every unguarded moment, has been spent recounting and rehashing, reliving every single move he made, and how I, as if possessed, responded with equal fervor, lingering motion, heavily dependent on how intense his touch and thrusts were? I remember everything, every little detail — the way he tried and failed to keep himself from letting out the occasional moan, the way he seemed to know where to touch at the very exact time, and for how long. Enough of this torture.

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