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…e verse, despite my thumb brushing his stiff nipple. I managed to concentrate on the words, even as half my mind wondered what it would be like for his thumb to brush my nipple, or for his fingers to pinch it the way I sometimes do to myself when I get so lonely that I sin.
Marsha Adams
✍ Posy Churchgate
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so on point Marsha!
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