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So why all the fluff, you might
ask? What’s so wrong with a plate of p---y whenever the urge hits?
Absolutely nothing. But the appetite for the easily attainable gets a
little stale after the fifth or sixth helping. It’s a simple truth that
mankind desires most that which he cannot have. For some, the tease is
as simple as flashing a bejeweled thong--however strategically placed
between the bouncing cheeks of a dancer—not three inches from your face
and going home happy if not broke. For others, it’s a metaphor, like a
proverbial iron fist wrapped in velvet, all is control and surrender,
the master and slave. More than entertainment, less than obsession.
Because it’s naughty, because it’s forbidden, heck, because your mom
told you not to. That’s the nature of the tease.
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