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The Virtues of Raw Oysters

Oh, Jamey, come screw me. I'm dying for skin—
you know how we tried it, but it wouldn't go in.
I never had it but twice in my life;
make me, just for tonight, your dear little wife.
You remember the day we went
and met on the lawn,
when we watched the old bull
and thought it no harm?
When you asked me to show your—
you my hairy thing?
How I blushed as your finger worked its way into
I lay down on the grass with my toes up high;
they covered my face and I was ready to cry,
but when I felt your prick inside,
I thought if this thing would kill,
it was pleasant to die.
Panting for breath as we lay on the grass,
my hand on your prick, yours on my ass,
I tickled his head and pushed the skin back,
and he raised himself up for another attack.
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Actionable Offences: Indecent Phonograph Recordings from the 1890s

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