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The erotic life of an English Student Union executive

When asked what being vice-president of the English Student Union (ESU) entails, I normally launch into a tired, boring spiel about student involvement. But beneath that blither-blather is an erotic truth I hold back for fear of it sensuously overcoming me. Beneath the exterior of engaging discussions on literature, slam poetry nights, and other festivities, the ESU is by far home to the most sexually charged group of student volunteers this side of the Academic Quadrangle. You might find this incredulous — I once did as well — but once you hear my story, I think you will be quite…

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