What I say is how the hell would she know or anybody know, male or female, about if it's ever love that first time out or just a concentrated distillation of all the atavistic desires and needs and hungers piling up for years and painful and then being released at last all at once—now!—thank God oh Jesus what a sweet miracle thank you dearest oh oh that felt good so comfortable so com fort able and the tension gone and franticity less and why not.

Made from hand-harvested agave hearts roasted over a mesquite fire, Sombra seems a fitting partner for Chartreuse, with its producers’ similar adherence to oldfangled tradition.

[…] of the mythic fantasies promoted by the BDSers.

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