Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Moving...

Hey everyone, new and old readers alike this blog will be moving!

Moving where you ask?

to it's OWN domain

Go to www.thevaginaadventures.com!

xoxo

N

Monday, November 10, 2008

Microfantasy Mondays!

I really like this idea from Sweltering Celt, also having so many people contribute just a few sentences and share themselves in the community is an amazing thing all together.


Read more about the project here and contribute your own fantasy! This week's theme is Do-It-Yourself BDSM!

"It was a long day at work and after a hellacious commute complete with screaming babies, obnoxious uses of one's cell phone, and bumper to bumper traffic, I finially turned the keys into my apartment door, and walked in. I was in no mood today for anything other than a long hot bath and sleep. 

She was there, waiting for me for a good amount of time. She had a few scented candles lit, and a black slipcover made out of heavy duty upholstery fabric. There was a moment where both my tired look and her looks of desire almost made the night end very quickly.

Quickly sensing the days frustration, she runs over to me and takes my things, carefully putting everything away in it's rightful place. She takes off my coat and hangs it on the rack and begins to walk me towards the couch. She sits me down and begins to massage my shoulders, easing the tension. As I begin to relax, I notice the black slipcover, and think to myself how I have never noticed it before in our home. She outfitted it with several restraints, mostly made up of our "at home" collection. Turning our living room couch into one giant bondage toy made my clit quiver with anticipation and my night...well let's just say it made my day seem nonexistent.....

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Gosh i'm such a tease today! giggles

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Shudder

I sit here in my post-masturbation glow, still affected by the rush of my etherial like climax. My adrenaline is pushed way high, and I can still feel my heartbeat beat at an alarming rate. My hands still tingle from the strong vibrations placing itself on my clit making my fingertips feel indestructable. My juices still peering out, I allow it to run down my thigh before I wipe it away with my index finger, tracing the line up towards my glistening pussy. It is here and it is now that I feel like a goddess, that i feel like a woman.

I woke up early this morning, after a telemarketer called the apartment at around 8:30 this morning...on a SUNDAY morning! I was quite annoyed but woke up anyways and checked my email for a bit. Then it hit me...the rush of eroticism that dominates my brain 99% of my waking and dreaming life. Images flooding of women, of strap-on's, of pillows furiously being humped on. Delicate fingers inserting various holes all in perfect syncroncity. An orchestra of clits, asses and confident sexuality. 

I cannot ignore it any longer.

I walk towards my bedroom and open the door. A rush of coldness envelops my naked body as I begin 
to lie on my back in my bed, covering myself with my comforter. I grab a condom and place in over my 
cock and place it down on my chair that i made into a nightstand. I want to properly work my body before 
I am ready to take him.

Spreading my legs, I use my right hand to feel her, to feel how wet she is becoming. I start at the lips, 
opening them ever so carefully exploring myself from inside. I have never wanted to be in myself so much.
I pull my hand closer to myself purposely hitting my clit. It makes me jump a bit for it sends chills up and down
my skin. I know it's time for something stronger.

I turn "it" on, it being the almost broken down Hitachi Magic Wand that I will soon have to replace. The cord 
slightly disconnected itself so I have to hold it in a special way to make it work. I put away my vibe frustrations
and instead of fighting it, i make it work for me. I heat up the tennis ball like cover with my hand as it is cold,
and place it on my clit. I turn it on the lowest setting, allow my head to fall backwards onto my pillow and close my eyes.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The mixture between my hum's and the buzzing is almost the same, as if the two sounds blended into one. I start to
think about her, the one that I have a small crush on. I think about our strap-on experience, I think about her orgasming.
I think about her beautiful body as she relaxes and enjoys the pleasure I'm giving her. I think about running my hands all
down her body, analyzing every inch with my touch. I think about her sweet kisses and now I feel electrified every time I tasted
her lips.

I get a sweet almost sugar like feeling as I haven't fully materilized a "rough fucking session" in my head with her. I haven't
fully let her dominate me in my head, fully surrending to her. As the sugary fantasy ends, my mind starts to wander,
picking more elaborate and sadistic pleasures.

I picture myself in a room, one lit in a red light, almost like something out of a David Lynch film. The red jaquard print curtains
hang with an extravagant and dominating precense, almost taking over the room. There is a bed with similar linens, all in red. The room itself is a cross between a seedy hotel and a french bordello. My kind of place. I am wearing very little, but 
the clothes that I carefully picked out speaks for itself. To start off with, I am wearing dangerously high heels in patent leather,
you know the ones that are super shiny like vinyl. Placed in the shoes, are my signature fishnets, held up only by a tiny vinyl garter belt with 6 garters. I love the look of multiple garters pressed flat against my ass and thighs, and no I am not wearing panties. I like the "less is more"
look, so I only accentuate the bottom with my vinyl bikini bra that has zippers that can zipper down and reveal my rose colored nipples.
My short black hair is slicked down, making me look like I could be in a fetish version of the musical Chicago. My lips are dressed with a sharp red gloss
and my eyes are done almost cat-like as it is another signature look of mine. It's femme fetish and for me, in this bed, it works.

It is there on the bed that he is waiting for me. Not a man, but my unamed butch lover. My lover has no name, no face, and hardly any clothes on at this point.
The only thing that he is wearing, is a strap-on with a beautifully cut 9 inch vixskin. He motions me to come closer to him and I follow.
As I approach, he stands to the left side of me, and his lips move closer to my ear. I think he is going to kiss me but instead he whispers very slowly
but succinctly "On Your Hands And Knees". I comply, still growing wet with every minute that my magic wand works it's magic on my body. I get 
on my hands and knees on the bed and as I begin to insert my silicone lover into my pussy, my fantasy lover thrusts his entire manhood in one blow.

He pounds me with an energy of 20 men, all vying for a peice of my body. With his left arm, he cradles my stomach to get a better hold of me, with his right
hand, he clenches my hip for even more support. He has full control of me, and I am letting him, I am giving him complete permission to do whatever he wants
to me. The extreme butch/femme dynamic makes my body convulse, makes it beg for more. I want my butch lover to claim me, I want him to possess me, I want
him to love me. 

With all this mental masturbation, my physical masturbation cannot hold much longer. The more I think about my butch fantasy, the more I want to cum. I try to hold myself
back, but my body is starting to take over, take control. The final moment is when he switches positions, taking me missionary, eyes staring at one another as our bodies meld into one.

and it happens, the fantasy, the expert manipulation of my hands using the magic wand and the dildo..it all comes crashing down, creating a perfect balance.

I almost feel an out of body feeling when it fully hits, my body lifts itself up to the point where I am balancing it between my head and my feet. I scream out in this beautiful agony and 
begin to shudder.I shudder for what feels like a lifetime. I shudder for him. I shudder for that amazing butch that will one day claim me in the real world. I shudder for the day we will 
finially meet.....I shudder from it all.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Leo - A Sex Toy Review

I met her in front of a prominent sex shop in NYC. She was incredibly nervous, anticipating her first steps into a world (or store) that she never experienced before. I took her by the hand and led her inside. I had been to this store countless times and today, with her in tow...i was to make a fantasy of mine become a reality.

As we were looking around, I spotted him. "He" stood 7"  inches with 1-½" girth and was perfectly poised on the intricately designed shelfing unit. I almost blushed and forgot all about the girl I came in with. I walked up to him and let my hands envelop it. I wanted to play with him a little more but it would have been inappropriate to do so in the store. Instead I picked him up and began to examine him, almost analyze him. His Ivory Shimmer color had this opalescent sheen that hit with the right light, almost made it glow a bit.

"He" also was expertly manufactured by the highly reputable and recommended company Vixen Creations, who have been making premium silicone dildo's and plugs since 1992. Not only is the quality of the product outstanding, but they also come with a lifetime warranty. You really can't beat that!

I found out his name is Leo or more affectionately "Leo Vibe". Also in tow with his impressive size is the fact that he is curved just perfectly to hit your g-spot. Leo is in between a realistic and non-realistic dildo so lovers of cute or sparkly colored designs will love this! Dildo enthusiasts will also love the hollowed out base in which you can slip a tiny bullet vibrator. At first I was skeptical of the vibe's strength, but soon came to find out that it does employ a new dimension to dildo play.

The final test was bringing my Aslan Leather Pink Vinyl Glitter Harness with me to the store to test it's fit and it fit perfectly without the use of a ring to adjust it's size. The price (around $68 dollars) was not breaking the bank to badly and with the lovely girl in tow to help test it out, I had more than enough reasons to purchase it.

After purchasing and a long Q train ride to Brooklyn to her apartment, we began to undress and fit the harness around her beautiful naked body. Once that was done, I properly washed the dildo and slipped a condom onto it when we had it in place. I was about to introduce her to the world of strap-on fucking.

She mounted me in a missionary position and at first the motions were a little off balanced, but still was good enough to make me have my first orgasm ever with her. She asked me if we could change positions and when I gave her permission to do so, her motions because more controlled and intense and 3 more orgasms later...I was spent.

The dildo handled well, given that the girl had never tried it before, she learned quickly and was able to control it very well towards the end. I would highly recommend this product to beginners and experienced alike, especially with the vibrator function, which makes it easier for both parties to enjoy pleasure together.

My only gripe is that the vibrator battery is a watch battery and dies very quickly, but if that is the price to pay for many times well spent with this product, then I'm willing to invest!

Friday, November 7, 2008

The Girl With The BF

Main Entry:
fe·tish            Listen to the pronunciation of fetish
Variant(s):
also fe·tich            Listen to the pronunciation of fetich \ˈfe-tish also ˈfē-\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
French & Portuguese; French fétiche, from Portuguese feitiço, fromfeitiço artificial, false, from Latin facticius factitious
Date:
1613
1 a: an object (as a small stone carving of an animal) believed to have magical power to protect or aid its owner ; broadly : a material object regarded with superstitious or extravagant trust or reverence b: an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion : prepossession c: an object or bodily part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression
I have many fetishes from your typical foot fetish to an extravagant fetish for latex clothing. While my clothing fetish has broken the bank in recent years, I do have to say that one fetish of mine in particular comes at no price at all.
Readers, I must confess....I have a BF, otherwise known as a "Butt Fetish"
The power of a supreme ass cannot be describe in words. It must be looked upon. The allure of that beautiful shape must be worshipped, licked, bitten, and caressesed. The roundness, the softness, the juicy tenderess of a perfect ass is magicial, even otherworldly. 
If you have ever been near me, even in a small capacity, I have to admit that I probably checked out your booty. I'm very critical of the ass, making remarks such as..ooooh that's too flat..bummer or WOW look at the SHEER SIZE OF IT!
The bigger, the better for me. Once I almost lost my composure on the N train going to Astoria on an extremely crowded train when this woman ranging from a size 20 or 22 boarded the train at 14th street. I was standing there with my friend almost squishing each other like sardines in a can when all of a sudden I felt something brush up against my hip. I turned to see who it was and there behold the biggest most magnificent ass I have ever seen. It was like a shelf of ass, like you could put pictures of your family and some candles on it. There could be a fireplace underneath it as the family sits around it on a cold winter's night. I heard chantings and triumphant sounding music in my head, as if the heavens were shining down on it. A warm yellow glow encompassed the ass, almost making it look holy.
I must have had the wierdest look on my face because all of a sudden my friend's uproaring laughter woke me up out of my trance. My face probably turned bright red at that point as I sheepishly turned away and tried to start a random conversation with her still laughing at me all the while still trying to stare. She ended up getting over a few stops later and I resumed normaility.
It's these types of reactions that would start as early as my childhood that led me to believe there is something about that body part that particularly peaks my interest. The more lovers and relationships I partook in, the more feedback about my fetish were revealed to me through conversations with them. It's funny how I never realized it growing up.
I really don't know what to call this new girl that I am getting to know right now. All my friends are busting on me calling her my "girlfriend", but i start to feel squeamish whenever that word is mentioned, partly due to the fact that I'm still feeling this one out and I'm afraid of rushing.
Though I have mentioned it before, and I will probably mention it again and again and again, but she has the most fantastic, asstastic ass EVER!!!!!  She let me have what i like to call "Quality Ass Time" or QAT for short. For 10 minutes, I got to spank, squeeze, bite and massage it. I mean her ass isn't why I'm coming back to her, it's all about her fantastic personality, but the ass is definately a bonus! Not to mention the fact that she is an amazing kisser whose lips I could taste for hours.
Although I may be an intellectual lover, or just plain out nerd, I still have my quirks, or my "fetishes". Though if it's legal and consentual, I say explore them and celebrate them instead of repressing them. Celebrate the ass rather than cover it up, and remember to always use lube!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Bottom

Pleasing my mistress

That’s what fuels me inside

Spending hours creating works of art

Excited

Wanting her to approve

Hoping that she will like it

She opens it up

I grow nervous at her reaction

Teeth chattering

Palms sweaty

She makes a slight remark

And I am crushed

Sometimes I would like to be in control for once.

Princess Charming - A Fairy Tale

I think I’m

Was all that she said

But I knew what It meant

I dreamed something like this would happen

I’ve been in that position

I was the ONLY one in that position

Forever

An eternity it seemed like

Now it was happening to me

I was so nervous

She wanted to say it

But held back

Almost like a dream come true

My princess charming

Has finally come to take me to the castle.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Proposition 8

I really haven't tackled current affairs in my blog and left it pretty limited to smut and more talk of the smutty actions that I partake it but after finding out about Proposition 8 being voted on, I feel that I have a responsibility to say something.


I am a 29 year old queer femme (or femme-ish, i do have butch qualites). I guess I define myself as femme by my gender pronoun which is a "she". I'm single though to tell you the truth I am more hating it than loving it.

I am highly sexualized, but incredibly intellectual and full of wit, which does intimidate fellow queers. In addition to being a giant nerd (mostly of pop culture and trivia), and burlesque performer (which also intimidates future lovers), I don't take myself seriously. I'm mostly asinine and silly and have a love affair with giggling and the word giggle itself.

I have gone through two horrible breakups this year, my problem is that I rushed and that I love to be in love. I love to cuddle up to a beautiful woman after we make love. Don't get me wrong, I love to fuck, but making love to someone, having them inside you and staring at you sharing that beautiful moment...that is what it is all about for me.

A thousand and one tears this year have been cried over women that have broken my heart. I have become or at least attempted to become jaded just so I wouldn't have to feel anymore, but that is truly the worst thing that you can become.

Even with this one girl who i am kinda seeing or at least at this point getting to know better, I am still scared of it blowing up in my face, and am taking things at an alarming slow speed. She may be the one, she may not be, but what I do know that I want is companionship, i want a partner, a lover, a best friend.

I want to be able to find someone, that amazing person that I am truly and deeply in love with and propose to her. I want to have that option.

What WOULD happen if such a thing were to come into it's own for me? Especially if I lived in California.

I wouldn't have a chance, my civil rights would be blocked because of laws and propositions. I will never have the chance to marry the woman i want.

Now yes there are states in which you can do this, but it would only be legal in THAT state and until NY State or NJ for that matter pass that law, it wouldn't count...at least for me.

I want to get married, have that special partner adopt my fat kitties and grow old together. I want to have that option.

It is so easy for heterosexual couples to get married, and even easier to get divorced. Why can't me, a beautiful lesbian with so much love to give, be denied this?

I am so angry and so hurt that California, a place that advertises it's state as "Find Yourself Here", would play the "Indian Giver" game on civil rights for thousands if not millions of LGTBQ residents.

When will we have the chance to have the same rights as heterosexuals? Why are we CONSTANTLY denied and CONSTANTLY have to fight for our rights? Hasn't this gone long enough? 

November 4th was an HISTORIC day, and people do want change. As I was watching Obama's post-election winning speech, he made this beautiful mention. “Young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled”  He said the word "Gay" it as if it was the most natural thing to say, as if one would say hot dog, or peanut butter. Clearly he get's it, why can't the rest of us?

Why can't we all get it? 


Change

We definately need it....congrats to Obama!


In other news, I found out that Prop 8 was voted for in California....now all same-sex marriages between May 15th and November 4th have to fight with the Supreme Court to keep their marriages. It really is a shame. Plus I just found out that 51% of people living in San Francisco DIDN'T EVEN VOTE!!!! WTF! San Fran! You should be ashamed!

Many thanks to the 49% who did vote in SF! 

Now we wait...1..20...2009

The Objectification Of Stripping

So if you didn't know already, I am a burlesque performer here in the NYC area, really living in New Jersey of all places unfortunately. I have a strong love/hate affair with jersey in which the hate part usually wins when it comes to performing since I always have to leave so early to get there and leave so early to make sure I get home.


I enjoy what I do immensely, it's my livelihood. I treat it with respect and I hope that others treat it the same. However, we do not live in a perfect world and that isn't always the case.

Lately I have been dealing with objectification in greater amounts than usual. Hell I have been dealing with complete assholes if you don't mind me saying, and although I handle myself with composure and class, the thought of punching them in the face has crossed my mind more than a few times.

The one misconception of burlesque is that we are all sex-crazed exhibitionists. I have had those words put into a bullet and fired as ammunition on more than one occassion. I get treated less than a person becauase I'm considered a sex object. Sometimes it's fun to be fetishized in the bedroom, but I'm not looking for a one night stand, i'm looking for quality and endearment. 

Now someone can successfully debate that using the slogan "The NC-17 of Burlesque" invites such behavior to which I can successfully debate that the slogan used is not for sexual shock value, but to demystify the objectification of what IS sexual.  Of course not everyone will get my onstage persona and I don't expect them too, however I have the right to be treated with respect.

Men can be such offenders of objectification such as the one gentleman who thought it best to tell me he had an errection while watching me on stage. I simply responded with "I'm Gay" but it's not the point here that I'm trying to make. I've had men take pictures of me only to find out the ONLY shots published were ones of my breasts. I've had men relentlessly pursue me after performances that left me feeling incredibly uncomfortable. I've had men try to TOUCH ME after performances! I''ve had men objectify me to the point where I am like a sex doll to them and nothing more.

It makes me uncomfortable and it makes me sick, but truthfully...men are not the biggest offenders. Women are.

Women will act sexual or try to be sexual but they "aren't naked" or they aren't "this or that" so it's ok. Women are the ones who will trash your body type on stage. Women are the ones who will talk behind your back negatively and then sweet talk you in person.

Not that this is a trash women only blog, but this is a wakeup call for me at least. It's to remind me that you're friends may not be your friends. That the movie Mean Girls may have made some sense!

Regardless, once again I have gone off topic. It's so hard to write when you have such A.D.D. such as mine. Maybe it will help me develop my writing style...a style that makes no sense whatsoever! LOL

What I am ATTEMPTING to convey in this blog is that objectification can come from anywhere, and sometimes we are not that safe. It has gotten worse, at least in my eyes recently to where everytime I perform, i get some douchebag all up in my face, or some girl giving me nasty looks. Just because I am confident and comfortable in my own sexuality and with regards to my own body, doesn't mean I should let people like that affect me.  However it will happen and continues to happen, almost to the point where I feel sexually harassed.

The world in which we live in is still a puritanical one when it comes to sexuality and for some reason it never affected me when it came to coming into my OWN sexuality. I never felt ashamed, no matter how hard I beg future lovers to pee on me or fuck me in the ass. It's just who i am and I love myself.

I guess we all live in insecure times, and that insecurity makes others lash out onto those who are confident. Maybe me getting on stage and rocking it makes people hate me? I don't understand it, but it could be possible. Maybe it's my comfortability with my sexuality that gives the men those errections and makes it think that it's possible to date me? Who knows? 

but seriously....will it end? It's kinda getting on my nerves!


Monday, October 20, 2008

The Secret Lives Of My Sex Life

or as I like to put it, let's reopen that pesky file box cleverly hidden inside my head called "Who I've Slept With"


Now of course I won't divulge any real information, names, etc. I respect everyone's privacy, even if they turned out to be nutty, plus there would be legal ramifications...boo!

I gave them all "special" names, so that I could keep track of them, so I can archive them somewhere where it wouldn't be lost in a sea of "Does this one count?, How About This One?"

To date, I don't actually remember when I first lost my virginity to a girl. I remember my first girl kiss, but not my first girl fuck. It was all a haze back in my sex club phase so it get's foggy from time to time.

Ok so I remembered one more girl...I wonder how more I will remember along the way. I say we go down memory lane and take a look at what I have infiltrated thus far. Perhaps I'll write more details stories about them from time to time. These are the characters that built up my whole sexual history of who I truly am. They should not be discounted because of it's relation to sex, but should be looked at in a timeline perspective.

Toy Girl
She could have been my first real girl fuck other than that finger threesome i got into with two girls. I love toy girl. TG (for short) and i used to play around a super long time ago, and it was with her that I experienced mutual masturbation for the first time, and boy oh boy was it fun! I actually still bring this memory up when i masturbate and it never fails to get me off!

Scorpio Psychotic
She was fun, she was wet, she went batty after our second time fucking...even Toy Girl warned me against this one. The best was after we ended our sex affair, she told me that the only reason that she hooked up with me was because she read a blog that i wrote about not getting any and felt bad for me...oh boo hoo!!!!! Le Sigh

Side Note: This is only the beginning of the assholes I have dated and fucked over the years.

The Event Girl
She was one of the first girls I fell in love with, and fell for her I did...HARD! Like most of the girls I was attracted to at the time, she was stuck up, self centered and had a killer body....we ended up going to a sex club together and partaking in an orgy, after which our friendship died a most horrible death. At least the sex was fun....

Orgy Girl
Part Two of the Orgy, I went down on this girl...total ONS (One Night Stand)..but fun...great tasting!!! :D

Submit Girl
Girl I fucked on a swing sex chair at a lesbian sex club...took her viginity by vaginally fisting her....giggles

Virgin Girl
Friend whose virginity I took. Lot's of fun...got amazing reviews of my work afterwards from other people..is still good peeps!

Butch One Night Stand Girl/Boy/?????
Met the butch and Snapshot, she took me to her Park Slope abode, had very bad sex...eep! Like put LUBE on your dick!!!!!! 

The Fuck Buddy Girl
Hookup that I met on FACEBOOK of all places! Was cool, had hot sex at the LGTB Center in NYC. Then turned batty, was convinced that I gave her a STD even though i've been tested over and over and over and over again and STILL come up negative! I even have the certificate of health to prove it! Also wanted to go out with me but refused to be my girlfriend because I do burlesque. Huh??? How does that even begin to make sense?????? Le Sigh

The Virgoian He/She
What can I say about this one...the ONLY amazing thing about this was the sex...hands down. I came better, i came fast...I just CAME in general! I learned ALOT about myself sexally, what I like, what get's me off...etc It was a great learning experience but unfortunately came at a heavy price of guilt trips and me having to deal with the horrible actions of an alcoholic who hit rock bottom.  After all the bullshit, after all the hurt, I still cared. I still reached out with open arms that were filled with love. Then I was told that after the last time we made love, that she knew that we weren't compatible. A bullshit line and ultimately made me realize that she never cared about me at all....another asshole in the books and this time..a coward! le sigh

The Anonymous Girl
Ok so this is a RECENT current...like a few days old fresh. She is the FIRST girl that I have slept with who is younger than me. I ALWAYS go after older women and never go after younger girls..but this one I like, and this one I'm still getting to know.

She got to know me pretty well, 4 orgasms later with a twist of female ejaculation. I made her ejaculate and orgasm twice and her orgasms are pretty fun to watch. Actually they really excited me. It was like watching a cataclysmic explosion, you see the calm before the storm, you see the winds begin to pick up speed, hear the crashing roars of thunder, feel a bit frightened at the intense lightening in the sky until at one point, you feel like the world just tumbled into your storm and scattered itself into millions of tiny pieces. All the while you are watching from a safe distance and watching with glee.

She is absolutely beautiful btw dear readers....very hot...and yummy...and delicious...and I must confess, I am writing this entry about her after I got myself off and had a lovely morning orgasm as usual. She possesses the most fantastic ass I have ever seen, like I could play with it all day long...hmm mmm I think the more I write, the more I will have to start playing with myse..........

ANYWAYS, the point is, I can see myself and how I have changed and progressed throughout these women, the women who make up my timeline, the women who I have learned from, and ultimately learned about myself, the magical 10 that actually thought I was worth a damn to conquer in bed. The very few that taught me how to relax and have amazing orgasms in bed, the ones who made me ejaculate, made me sing and scream for them. The ones who will always have a place in my clit.

Who says history has to be boring?


 
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