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"Honestly, I do want to make love to you. But society doesn't want us to make love."
I don't understand what that means."
"Since the beginning of civilization, close family members have been forbidden to make love with each other."
"Who made that rule?"
"Well, it's just a rule."
"Is it like when you used to tell me, when I asked for somethIng I couldn't have or do, and I asked why, you would say, 'because'?"
"Yea, something like that. But it's much more than that."
"I still don't understand. I want to make love to you. You want to make love to me. But we can't. And the reason is 'because'"
"Yes."
"Suddenly I'm not in the mood for love. I'm going back to my room. Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you, too, Sara."
I felt like I did that Saturday morning at BSC when Susan wouldn't kiss me because of my presumed "dragon breathe". I went back to my room and cried. Then I masturbated. I forced myself to come so passionately that I cried out in ecstasy. I wanted Susan to hear my primeval moaning and crying out. You should be the one bringing me to orgasm.
TO BE CONTINUED
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