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It’s the anticipation he fears. Loves. Fears. Needs. The endless tumble in the pit of his stomach. Not knowing. Giving up everything with no return promised. But it arrives. Always. Regardless of interaction, whether gentle caress, stinging slap, or simply ignored. It always returns. He yearns. Pines. Flinches. Wants. Adores. Hides. Desire, desire, desire. There [...]
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