Miscalibrated Internet Receptor Stalks

The way she straddled that piano bench; I was her's forever. My fetish for redheads? Amy Pond? Jessica Hamby? All primed by Miss Amos. I know you fucked her, Trent. You lucky, lucky bastard.

Little Earthquakes was HUGE for me. The whole thing. When I heard Precious Things that was it. I'd never heard a female musician express herself in such a painfully vulnerable, sexually explicit way before. (So, you can make me come? That doesn't make you Jesus.) She was my Goddess. I would follow her anywhere. And that was just the beginning....

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