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Can I just say, of the small group of women through whom I've cut a sexual swath, only two ever came during intercourse: one occasionally, one almost always. All the others didn't, and were frank about the fact that they never had and didn't expect to.
Doesn't bother me at all. This is why God gave me a tongue. Who cares which organ I use, as long as I can manage to give a woman screaming orgasms until she cries and begs for mercy?
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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