What A Time To Discover My Fetish Is Having A Cotton Swab Shoved Up My Nose
Last month a neighbor in our co-op tested positive, so we were all required to test for the virus. I sat in front of the nurse, expecting mild discomfort. And then it happened. As he slid the cotton swab up my nostril: euphoria. Like all my senses had come to life inside my nose.

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