Cycling Like riding a bike: Once you learn, you never forget.
Again, I am the happy boy, pedalling home: pedalling hard uphill: pumping slowly up to the summit: when summitted, imagine the freewheeling down—
She's calibrated her ass at just the right angle for me: her pelvis reciprocates, smooth as a brass escapement, smooth as if greased, and in fact greased:
She's giving me a nominal fuck: shaft and cylinder aligned within tolerance: no shimmy, no shake:
Friction caressing friction touching friction itching friction scratching:
She's strung my come tight from my balls:
From a thread to a cord to a rope to a stiffening chain to a thickening cable—
Jerking, ripping, flailing—
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/27/2005 03:42:00 PM
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