Pensioners’ group, Addingley
After fantasising about Internet Man for a while to get warm, I have a sensation on my inner leg and I know that, if I looked down, I would find a silvery filament has descended from my pubic hair and stickily engaged with the flesh of my thigh. Like a spider letting down its thread, or like Rapunzel letting down a single shiny silvery hair as though saying, come to me, come up to me.
I am as bad as the erectile plumber.
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