There’s a monster under my bed. Before you jump to conclusions, I should clarify that I’m 26.
Now, granted, the monster has been under my bed since I was four or five. Maybe before, I don’t know: four or five is when I was aware that there was a monster under my bed. I remember having a conversation with my father about how the monster was there to protect me. So I was never really scared of it.
But he’s still there, even now. So even though I like sex a little rough, there are limits. So just be aware.
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