A spanking good write!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The air was not pure
but it was invigorating. I couldn't see much on the night side of bedroom manners maybe cos it was dark. Anyway, I was told what you see depends on where you stand. So who knows what wretchedness goes under the sheets. However, I did find out... when I found two smooth legs and a pair of firm bosoms that weren't mine. Maybe, I'd be seized by her most secret places. After mature consideration and literary courage I cannot continue this narration any further. It was going to be a spanking good write! Goodnight!
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2 Reviews Added on January 23, 2021 Last Updated on January 23, 2021 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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