why
can i not just say,
“i’m certainly not hideous, all of which is made up for by my skilled tongue, soft-yet-firm touch and most excellent post-coital etiquette… i propose i pleasure you to fruition unceasingly, or at least until you lose consciousness from a lack of oxygenated blood flow to your brain.”
instead, we play this charade.

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