Tight pain is squeezing my lungs. Chest is heaving. All because of you.
The stench of corruption flows freely here. Ravished by my surroundings I feel myself drifting into waves of pleasure. The wrongness I am faced with enamours me. Why do I enjoy this?
The tease of temptation is enough to momentarily blind me. My senses are heightened and my mind begs to be taken. I beg to be overwhelmed. She clutched the spatula tight with two fists and came forth as if from a bursting dam. Fear gripped me as the regular rhythm of the implement struck me. It was hypnotic.
Later, as we lay on the creased sheets she let the spatula slide downwards to be used at a later date. |
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