rebeccaeblanton
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A cool hand rubbed across her exposed buttock bringing goosebumps to Aprana’s skin. Mia tugged the thong and pulled it away from Aprana’s crack. The rough fingertips with well-manicured nails of her Sir parted her labia lips and jostled her clit.
“Not Everyone Experiences and Inner Monologue Study Finds” read a tweet. “Bullshit!” her inner monologue replied. Mia finished the article and stared at the screen. “How do people function without an inner monologue?” she pondered. Were they that dull, that unimaginative, that boring? Or could they be that… present? How do you move through life without that inner voice constantly narrating your day like an episode of The Wonder Years? She longed to shut off her inner voice, if just for a short time. The constant dialogue which had been there for as long as she could remember could get...