exist-sexual-crisis: She maneuvered me like a canoe through crashing rapids, my hips the stern, her hand the pivoting blade through water. I reached out to return the favor, but she said, “No. Relax. I don’t want you to do anything. That’s a move

exist-sexual-crisis: She maneuvered me like a canoe through crashing rapids, my hips the stern, her hand the pivoting blade through water. I reached out to return the favor, but she said, “No. Relax. I don’t want you to do anything. That’s a move

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