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Originally Posted by Murmer99
I often envisage large fingers with long nails surmounting me, desperately wanting to enter my rectum. And I just hover between nervousness and excitement. It's genuinely a sensation that makes my life worth living. There's an intrinsic emanation of bliss when the thought of that sharp knife-like thing glides through the sphincter. I prefer this to fornication, so the nervousness doesn't preclude me from admitting all of this. Essentially, this also means I was very excited when I saw this thread for the first time, despite the art on the nails not being my cup of tea.
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this is the sort of thing that i could never write because it simply does not occur to me. congratulations.