Anaerobic Exercise
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Posted on“Tarzan dead if Jane find out about this!”
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The first time I remember getting excited about bondage must have been when I was “reading” a Tarzan comic book with a story in which Tarzan gets captured and tightly bound to a pole by a tribe of natives. I was probably around 3-4 years old at the time – definitely less than 6, though. Later there would seldom be a game where the protagonist(s) didn’t get bound by the bad guys or gals before eventually getting free and saving the day.
Of course all this didn’t connect as anything sexual in my mind until considerably later when I rediscovered/remembered these games I was so fond of when I was younger.
“You know, I can think of a better way of shutting him up”
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“Well, they’ll bone you when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll bone you just like they said they would
They’ll bone you when you’re tryna go home
Then they’ll bone you when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get boned” etc. etc.
I don’t even know, it just needed a title and for some reason Bob Dylan kept playing in my head…
I like how the rain effect turned out.