This doesn’t happen very often. Mr. Brightside has nothing to say this week.
It’s a combination of many different things that lead to me having to keep my mouth shut.
So, rather than giving the rest of you blanks, here’s a vintage smut.
Well, so many words, because I can’t touch you. If I could sleep with my arms round you, the ink could stay in the bottle. We could be chaste together just as we can fuck together. But we have to be separate for a while, and I suppose it is really the wiser way. If only one were sure.
~Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence
Have a happy Sunday!
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