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I dated a gal VERY briefly. She was into Anne Rice, you know...the author of the Vampire Chronicles. Well, we had plain old vanilla sex the first few times. It was good and I liked her. One night we were sitting indian style, her on top of me sitting up. As she straddled me, she took her claws to my back and literally stuck every nail in about a 1/4 inch. I cringed, winced, yelled and did what most men would do under the circumstances. As I felt the warm blood trickle off my back, she leans over and whispers into my ear, "You know what would really turn me on? If you let me lick the blood off your back." Now, some people may be into that, but that was the last few minutes I ever saw of that woman. More weird than silly, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
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-Homer Simpson
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