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I constantly want to ** strangers.
There was a time when I thought I was demisexual and that’s hilarious to me now, because I’m like the furthest thing from it.
It’s so easy to set me off. Every time I see a tall, built good-looking guy, I wonder what the odds are that he’d want to rail me from behind in the nearest location, treating me like the trashy no-name ** that I am. It happened some months ago at the club. I’d met a guy who took me to an empty parking lot and and was pounding me from behind within minutes. It felt so ** ** good. I loved it even more than ** with any boyfriend I’ve ever had.
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