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Has this person just come back from a holiday?You may be confused with another poster who’s quite melty at the moment.
There is the moment of utter corruption, around eleven or eleven-thirty in the morning. One goes to urinate, washes their hands and looks into the bathroom mirror. The clock in the workroom grows audible. One realizes the isolation and imprisonment of the body, one realizes the hell of the body, and not only here, everywhere and as long as one lives, one longs for another body, naked and loving, a man or a woman, as it may be. One mixes a drink of rye and water, sips half of it truculently at a window, looks at the sterile, made bed and contemplates masturbating and turns from it in fear and scorn. One stalks about the room like a criminal imprisoned, unregenerate, incorrigible. This is the moment delicious, nihilitive, supreme, all-answering, the moment of utter corruption.Probably most of you..
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There is the moment of utter corruption, around eleven or eleven-thirty in the morning. One goes to urinate, washes their hands and looks into the bathroom mirror. The clock in the workroom grows audible. One realizes the isolation and imprisonment of the body, one realizes the hell of the body, and not only here, everywhere and as long as one lives, one longs for another body, naked and loving, a man or a woman, as it may be. One mixes a drink of rye and water, sips half of it truculently at a window, looks at the sterile, made bed and contemplates masturbating and turns from it in fear and scorn. One stalks about the room like a criminal imprisoned, unregenerate, incorrigible. This is the moment delicious, nihilitive, supreme, all-answering, the moment of utter corruption.
There is the moment of utter corruption, around eleven or eleven-thirty in the morning. One goes to urinate, washes their hands and looks into the bathroom mirror. The clock in the workroom grows audible. One realizes the isolation and imprisonment of the body, one realizes the hell of the body, and not only here, everywhere and as long as one lives, one longs for another body, naked and loving, a man or a woman, as it may be. One mixes a drink of rye and water, sips half of it truculently at a window, looks at the sterile, made bed and contemplates masturbating and turns from it in fear and scorn. One stalks about the room like a criminal imprisoned, unregenerate, incorrigible. This is the moment delicious, nihilitive, supreme, all-answering, the moment of utter corruption.
Ha ha, you make a valid point but all credit (and minor criticisms) go to the genius misanthrope, Patricia Highsmith.You were doing great until mentioning turning away from masturbation "in fear and scorn". They're basically lube to the average Bay poster.
They’re on a permanent holiday.Has this person just come back from a holiday?
That and tearsYou were doing great until mentioning turning away from masturbation "in fear and scorn". They're basically lube to the average Bay poster.
my favourite part of the weekend is waking up, masturbating to something high concept and abstract like armpits, large breasts and money, then going back to sleep, before essendon ruins everything.You were doing great until mentioning turning away from masturbation "in fear and scorn". They're basically lube to the average Bay poster.
Yeah you wouldn’t want to be mid stroke and all of a sudden Dwayne Russell is on your TV screen yelling at the coin toss.my favourite part of the weekend is waking up, masturbating to something high concept and abstract like armpits, large breasts and money, then going back to sleep, before essendon ruins everything.

TMImy favourite part of the weekend is waking up, masturbating to something high concept and abstract like armpits, large breasts and money, then going back to sleep, before essendon ruins everything.
Yeah you wouldn’t want to be mid stroke and all of a sudden Dwayne Russell is on your TV screen yelling at the coin toss.![]()
Armpits and large breasts arent abstractmy favourite part of the weekend is waking up, masturbating to something high concept and abstract like armpits, large breasts and money, then going back to sleep, before essendon ruins everything.

Far out I’m way out of touch in the wanking gameArmpits and large breasts arent abstract![]()
maybe not to eclectic individuals like myselfArmpits and large breasts arent abstract![]()
Armpits are elite.Armpits and large breasts arent abstract![]()
So you’re saying if I suggest to the missus we spice things up a bit and hand her the Rexona she’ll be hot under the collar?Armpits are elite.
Armpit orgy?We should all meet up at the Blue Oyster for a night out.
Armpits and large breasts arent abstract![]()

So you’re saying if I suggest to the missus we spice things up a bit and hand her the Rexona she’ll be hot under the collar?
This is fraught with danger for an armpit novice. Left or right? Front or back? I think ill do some more researchJust be careful with your placement, if the Rexona gets on your purple you might be hot under the hood.