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Her blade

When I awoke, the first thing that came to my mind
Was the feeling of blood dripping from my neck
And the second was how sharp the blade felt
On my throat, just deep enough to find its purchase
And third; how warm and wet I felt  
Inside you, hard and pounding lust
Lose the blade miss
You won’t need it here! But maybe you do…..
I lift my chin as you straddle me; rock me
I do not fear your blade or your intentions
As my sins purchased my will
Long ago; such a long time ago
Grip tightening on one, shaking
Fingers abuse the clit with the other
Blade slicing deeper
And our eyes meet…..
I saw the fire there
But I’ve seen fire before
The last millimeter guaranteed a scar
This one another pint
And I wonder if you know how much
This is going to hurt you
Afterward…..
When your pussy stops quivering

Written by hawkdude
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2015
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