I forget how I organize my titles.
I gift you all with this horrid piece of writing:
LiveJournal squirmed, panting, under the heavy weight of the other body presses so close to his. "N-noooo. Not there. Not there, Russ--iyaaaa."
"But you wish to become one with me, yes?" came the childish voice in a lower timbre than normal, words punctuated by the slap-slapping of cold flesh against the computer-generated organism he was currently possessing.
"A-aaaaahnnnn..."
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... I'm tempted to write more.
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