I went to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Vancouver gastown. I danced for him, and I closed my eyes. I danced so much; I sweat like I was in a sauna. It was wonderful to be in a space where everyone there understood the risque. Sheik of my burning sand. Centurion of my fantasies, a switch to compliment the sting. Why is this so enjoyable, I wonder. So many reasons. Interesting that I've experienced a dance floor orgasm that was a stranger to me.
missing links
bondage of exhibition
the curve of lips
the need of touch
solace in the midst of desire
relief
tension in the knots
sighs
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