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Stoning and Boning

Looking in each other’s eyes we’d have what I like to call, completely competitive conversations. Nether one of us conceding the point. Back in the day, this would go on until one of us would pull out a joint. Not exactly a peace offering. But it was an excuse to call a truce. Putting us in a relaxed the mood, as both of us wanted to get screwed. The wild animal in us needed to get lose. So, we would put that good high to use. That night, the music was just right, and we didn’t always turn off the lights. After three or four rounds of marathon love making. Creative animal calls and neighbors banging on the walls. Nine months later, my son was born, as the result of two people having a good time. We found shelter in the Radio show called the Quiet Storm. Now some may think this a little bit tame. And others will think this just a little bit insane. How our conversations would end up with us passionately calling each other’s name.

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Date: 1/4/2020 8:59:00 AM
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Robert Kinard
Date: 1/5/2020 2:56:00 PM
Glad you enjoyed it.
Date: 1/1/2020 8:25:00 AM
Thank you, it was what it was. Two people having a good time.
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Date: 12/31/2019 11:47:00 PM
There is hilarity and poetic justice here!
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