Some days I hate what I need.

My subconscious Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic was thrumming with memory and pulsing with perversion everywhere for me this weekend. I had a lovely brunch with a dear friend on Sunday. He is, among many things, a sadist and of British extraction. These things are, in my book, two of the the very Pillars of Win. Being extremely well-hung…

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