He talked to me. All night. Deep passionate kisses. The kind that leave you breathless and wanting him to touch you. Talking and kissing. More talking and kissing. More kissing. And then the kind of goodbye that is almost painful. And then more kissing. More of that trying to say goodnight. More kissing.

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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