Sore

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Acrobatics. What a mixture of torture and pleasure. I feel so strong and powerful at the same time feeling so weak and distressed. I can sense the electrifying tingling in my fingers as I lifted my entire body down the mat using just my hands, that reckoning would have broken my neck in two places. I struggled back up over and over doing the same acts of masochism, and now I'm sore as a pickle. I swear I could feel my entire anatomy bulging in shape all except my arduous belly of death. Fuck my glug glug tummy.

Kokey is on telly. Fuck.

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