It is the middle, somewhere, between things gone before and things to come, breathless and stateless and suspended in a half-pause between want and need. Voices coloured with prickly desperation.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me Ma’am”
“I didn’t hear you say please.”
“Please Ma’am, please fuck me, please please please please please…”
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