Recently I was involved in the type of relationship I thought was an urban myth boasted about by high school virgins: I had a friend-with-benefits. A fuck-buddy. A copulation-crony. A cunnilingus-confidant. A screwing-sidekick. A pounding-pal. A boning-bro. Mine and Harry’s arrangement was weekly. We did post-carnal-cuddle, we did hold hands and share affectionate pecks, but…
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