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A Teaser...
🕑 Added 2017-11-04 08:25:51 +0000 UTCTaylor was tired.
No. That wasn’t true. He wasn’t tired. Tired was mundane. Common. Something that the common man would be able to understand in their day-to-day lives. What Taylor was feeling couldn’t be called something as common as tired.
Exhausted was closer. Much closer, but still not even close to strong enough to describe what he was feeling. What he was feeling couldn’t be called something as minor as exhausted. Taylor was drained. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and, above all, sexually drained. He had discovered that the soul really did exist earlier that day, in a similar manner as to how a person discovers furniture in a dark and unfamiliar room.
With lots of swearing and hopping about as the coffee table tries to take your knee as unholy tribute. It was that sort of day… It wasn’t the sex though. Despite feeling like he was now an overly wrung out sponge and Becky’s eagerness to make up for lost time while being more than a little needy… Taylor had dealt with worse.
