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"Holy shit, I'm schizophrenic," I said aloud, looking at myself on the tape.
"No, you aren't," Patrick said in a strange, dreamy tone. "This is just your subconscious speaking. It felt the need to portray your hidden thoughts and anxieties as a new self...your adult sexes chat other self, in other words." He looked back toward the TV, where my adult sexes chat other self continued to flirt and craft verbal double entendres.
"What?" my other self asked innocently on the tape, tracing swirls on Patrick's left thigh. "I know you like the way I look. You can't hide the physical evidence from me." The tape revealed her eyes, looking pointedly at Patrick's visible bulge. Patrick shifted uncomfortably in his chair, getting away from her roaming hand, which was coming dangerously closer and closer adult sexes chat to adult sexes chat his trapped erection.
"Oh, come on, Patrick baby...you know you like the way this feels," my other self said sweetly, her left hand joining her right hand in its exploration of Patrick's lower body. I watched in horror as her right hand flickered brazenly right over his crotch adult sexes chat. |
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