Lies smut taught me: romance novels’ phallic fallacies
Damsella beat her fists against Kurby’s rock hard chest. He ignored her struggles as his lips continued plundering her luscious breasts. He lifted her completely into his arms and made his way to the bed dominating his room.
“Please, you must stop!” Damsella gasped.
Her bosom heaved in a mix of fear and passion. She could not help her attraction to this swarthy, lean, tall man with his abundance of muscles and piercing eyes. The things he was doing to her body made it cry out for more of his touch, though she knew that she shouldn’t give in to temptation. Kurby laid her gently onto the bed, then crawled up to straddle her legs. Gripping the sides of her (insert women’s top here) Read the rest of this entry »
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