When we're making love, it's not about mere lust, not about the classical penis-in-the-vagina thing etcetera. It's about fucking my soul through my cunt, about hitting, raping, tearing, teasing and easing my innermost depths, about lulling the anguish and the storms of my spirit. It's the total usurpation of the other, because there is no me or you anymore, there's just two bodies blending into one, yearning for some heavenly unification, seaking for boundless fulfillment, endeavouring final redemption.
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