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http://www.nutang.com/nutrol.php?mod=blog_editMod&new# [Add an RSS feed of your weblog.] Add an RSS feed of your weblog. With this published, visitors will be able to enjoy your weblog using an RSS reader. | On the floor: Tryouts Sunday. 2.18.07 10:04 pm Holding her thigh with my left hand with my right arm wrapped around her waist, I gently pulled until our pelvis touched and constant connection can be felt. With only a hear beat as the lead we went down into the sexual dip, pausing at the lowest point for the imaginary audience to enjoy. Without looking, I noticed that we got stuck somewhere because we didn’t end up as low as I thought. Then I said the most innocent of all things: “Huh, why can’t we go lower?” (I use “we” here because this is the most approximate of expression. In Mandarin, there’s a way to address such things without pointing out who or what it is). She got pissed and left, leaving wondering what the heck just happened. Later, I’d find that I insulted her by saying she wasn’t flexible enough. What did I do back then in my confusion? I just shrugged and waited 20 minutes for the next girl to show up. Categories: Dance stories [t] 0 Comments.
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