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For Lo, there is no better medicine than sexual healing. How many times has she begged me to fuck her saying:

My back aches.

My pussy aches.

My stomach aches.

I’m stressed.

I’m wired.

I’m nervous.

I have a headache.

I have cramps.

I have my period.

I’m cold.

I’m wet.

I’m horny.

I’m tired.

I’m so frustrated.

I’m so relieved.

I’m so happy.

I’m so angry.

I’m so busy.

I’m so bored.

You owe me.

I owe you.

We owe each other.

You need it.

You want it.

I’m so mad at you.

I love you so much.

I was so good.

I was so bad.

Punish me!

Please me!

Pet me!

Pound me!

Pounce on me!

Fuck me till I fucking pass out!

Basically, every and any cliché excuse that you’ve heard a woman use not to have sex, Lo has used as a reason for having sex. She would say of my cock (or any cock, for that matter), “It’s the easiest pill to swallow,” and then she’d proceed to take my special medicinal formula orally. I have to say, most of the time, remarkably, it worked for her! And now was no different. The more stressed she was, the more she rubbed her stress out.

[Excerpt from the story, “The Easiest Pill to Swallow,” from the blog:]

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