just once. in Les pensées d'un renard perdu

  • Sept. 10, 2019, 8:02 p.m.
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you,
me,
not much (but nonzero) clothing,
a wide open carpeted floor space,
some lengths of soft rope,
maybe some immovable furniture with legs,
the knowledge that one of us is going to end up tied up and helpless (and probably tickled awhile) on the floor,
and the further knowledge that we won’t know which one of us that will be without a good, honest struggle.

is that really so much to ask?


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