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stories of the canadian ballet 17
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stories of the canadian ballet 17 Nine Inch Nails - Closer Lyrics You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you. Help me; I broke apart my insides. Help me; I've got no soul to sell. Help me; the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself. I want to fuck you like an animal! I want to feel you from the inside! I want to fuck you like an animal! My whole existence is flawed. You get me closer to God. You can have my isolation. You can have the hate that it brings. You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything. Help me; tear down my reason. Help me; it's your sex I can smell. Help me; you make me perfect. Help me become somebody else. I want to fuck you like an animal! I want to feel you from the inside! I want to fuck you like an animal! My whole existence is flawed. You get me closer to God. Through every forest, above the trees. Within my stomach, scraped off my knees. I drink the honey inside your hive. You are the reason I stay alive. I love this song by 9 inch nails. in a strip club almost everything is illusion. the illusion of sex, the illusion of intimacy... you get on the dance floor with a man and grind front to front nails digging into his back side or my back to his front his hands gripping my hips with my hands pressed against the wall and it is the awesome illusion of f---ing standing up with your clothes on...lol except last night someone wanted to talk...lol I try very hard to treat the guys there like people and not like pieces of meat. except when they want to be treated like pieces of meat...lol but last night i put my fingers across his mouth and said shut up.... and he gave a laugh and shut up... and then proceeded to have the awesome illusion of f---cking him...standing up on the dance floor... |
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So you didn;t even want him to say "oo baby oh baby"?  Hugs and well placed kisses - Chris 
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Sometimes it's nice to indulge the illusion. I made friends with one dancer (real - been to her house to watch TV, set me up with her roommate who I am still sleeping with [or will when I get back], wrote me a recommendation for grad school [really!] - friend). When she was dancing at the club I went to, our den dances had become sit and talk, get a massage, friendly but not erotic gigs...which was cool. I enjoy her company. The last dance she did with me before she retired for a bit, she was in full flirt mode and was really dancing with/for me...at first I was thinking "this isn't right...this isn't us now", but she kept on being flirty, so I just said "what the hell" and went with it...she got me hard as a rock and it was fun...still makes me laugh to realize how easy it would be to go there, mentally.
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