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he used to pretend some kind of pageant was coming up. he was so stoic, so hidden and stoic. to come across who he really was, would be the fairy tale ending. he'd eat healthy, read, think so deeply, burden and harden his body. it was like an egoless way of egotism. i mean, after all, he never did flaunt it (because he was always preparing for the event, never arrived). So he only took his shirt off for the standard reasons - but when he did the girl he was with usually did smile even if only slightly, hidden, despite herself. any lover likes to know, they won't have to push too hard against this one to feel the firm return that most girls and boys demand at least once in the center of any sexual encounter. it can be all sliding and fingertips, delicately balanced hands or heels - but at least once each party wants to be grabbed, took deep, pushed back, answered with an immediate echo, a flooding well
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