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Who among us can forget that bizarre feeling of fantasy meeting reality, an overwhelming sensation, or should I say a near infinite sudden realization, and not one as kind as a splash of cold water to the face but a stink bomb that quite literally seeks to steal, take, asunder your breath away!
And not just your breath but it's leaving you with a scar, A blemish, a brand on your soul. Before it began the coomer in you was all for it, but it is the thereafter that condemns you, reminding you daily.
'That what have I done' voice explodes in your mind, or more accurately, why am I allowing someone else to do this to me, and will she let me live this down? No, No she won't.
The memory of her cackle, her impossibly loud snort of laughter, or how she, between her guffaw and her hoots, not to mention the seemingly well placed constant barrages of poo gas in my face, and the even more memorable way she delineates the sordid affair akin to how one describes intimately the process of making bread, and her, can you taste it baby; the fresh bread?
At that point it was a bit much, but the train had already left the station at that point. And the more into it she became the more she misbehaved, and the more you're suddenly acutely aware of how wrong you were, and that maybe just maybe this was a bad idea.
Your self worth gone, and from then on she has a sly way of looking at you, a kind of 'I know what you and the boys got up to on your weekend getaway to Vegas', look.
You allowed a fetish to ruin whatever respect, if any, she had for you. Don't do it, fellas.