By cleonight 53
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I’ve sat down with my vibrator in my pants again. I had no script, no real plan except my photographic memory’s guiding hand. Settle down with me and edge for an hour or so while we dance together through the music of intimate nostalgia. It started on a beach with friends when I singled out one of them as my target who absorbed all my ceaseless teasing. Sunkissed and sunburnt, we all retreated to an ice cream store, then the air conditioning of a bowling alley. My friend and I weren’t too interested in spares or strikes, though. We ran away to our own private space and played our own game together.
