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POV: I'm Ben Shapiro asking you to let me smash. Let's say that, hypothetically, you, [Your name], unzipped your pants. Your pants then would be in the ground, due to gravity. Now, let's say that, if that were to happen and my mouth was agape I'd probably try to taste whatever business you have down there. Now, let's also say that you are in consent of that. Since it has not happened, we have no way of knowing weather you would consent. Anyway, once my mouth has satisfied you, we would then move forward with something more explicit, with me unzipping my pants, right? This is because that's how logic works. You'd be too hot and bothered to tell me no. Eventually, we would move on to my bedroom to do things that may not be mentioned. And that's facts. And Facts don't care about your feelings.

Can I get a kiss? “Feel free to use kisses as a method to shut me up anytime.” “The best feeling in the world is kissing someone for the first time when you've really wanted to kiss them for a long time.” “I don't think you understand, exactly, how much I want your lips.” “If you kiss my neck, I'm not responsible for what happens next.”

"I don't want to live like this, I don't think it is worth it ... I think it is not right, I think it is not. And it looks like today."

“A chair down the row from mine shifted and my mouth watered from the aroma of hot cinnamon rolls. I snuck a peek and noticed red, silky, curly hair. I knew her. Echo Emerson. Not a cinnamon roll in sight, but damn if she didn’t smell like one. We had several of our main courses together and last semester one of our free periods. I didn’t know much about her other than she kept to herself, she was smart, a redhead and she had big tits. She wore large, long-sleeved shirts that hung off her shoulders and tank tops underneath that revealed just enough to get the fantasies flowing. Like always, she stared straight ahead as if I didn’t exist. Hell, I probably didn’t exist in her mind. People like Echo Emerson irritated the crap out of me. “You’ve got a f*cked-up name,” I mumbled. I didn’t know why I wanted to rattle her, I just did. “Shouldn’t you be getting high in the bathroom?” So she did know me. “They installed security cameras. We do it in the parking lot now.” “My bad.” Her foot rocked frantically back and forth. Good, I’d succeeded in getting under that perfect facade. “Echo … echo … echo …” Her foot stopped rocking and red curls bounced furiously as she turned to face me. “How original. I’ve never heard that before.” She swept up her backpack and left the office. Her tight ass swayed side to side as she marched down the hallway.”

“Some people take offense like it's a limited time offer.” ― Tim Fargo