I shall seek and find you...
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you...
I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.
I will make you beg for mercy... beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I’m finished with you.
And you will be weak for days.

All my love,

The flu

 

 

 

 

See also: Proof that not knowing everything is the best way to go (Vital Proof)

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