His blood rushed through his veins like lava as his cock turned rock hard. "Get a hold of yourself. You're not some horny teen chasing after the first girl who smiled at you." True, but there was something about this woman. Something that put a slow burn in his blood. Yeah, she wants to beat your ass, you masochistic bastard.  -Syn

I&#39;m afraid I&#39;m not sufficiently inhibited about the things that other women are inhibited about for me. They feel that you&#39;ve given away trade secrets.

Energy never ever lie.
Tune into your intuition frequency.
It speaks to you.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

Written By Arthur Conan Doyle

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