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Peering southwards in the direction of my penis with the seams of air sewed across a hood of humbling water, I question its personality. I would say that it were a dropped aristocrat if I were to use one to it. During those minutes when it participates in absent-mindednesses of past finery, its jacket drew in limited, its head cocked in blushed dignity, the stories it might tell! Such as the silently made up Indian virgin that, after being asked if she would certainly such as to do ‘doggy,’ replied, “What’s that?” “Y’ understand, from behind?” and also he recommended offering this twenty-one years of age beginner a lesson or more. Or the dopey eyed Oboist that, when confronted with the superordinary phallusman strung ’round the parapet hips prior to it had actually worn its protection, sobbed, “I do not wish to make children.” During times when it should go back to the area again, it bends to the biding feminine kiss, flitting in and out of her nest, pothering the pink interior till the white flags of wonderful surrender come waving out. I assumed at one stage, after listening to that males commonly call their penises, of allowing mine to have a feminine gender. Mine can be a Sally; after that I can hum, “Ride, Sally, Ride,” throughout sex. Or Maryanne, and hence it would certainly be referred to as, “As Long, Maryanne.” This naming process always appeared ridiculous to me. One lady I recognized had called her ex-boyfriend’s penis, Arthur, which might summarize pictures of either Excalibur or a rather shoddy brownish clothing gown.

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