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One Ragged Exhalation at a Time
Last night I displeasured myself
for hours
until every tender part of me
was numb
or bruised, sore
the bedding more fluids
than cotton fibers
my fingertips wrinkled
from their extended bath
your name sputtering
harsh from my lips
a curse
Published 7th Jun 2022
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Anonymous
7th Jun 2022 3:15pm
Gotta love that love/hate (mostly hate) self-pleasure with an arrogant asshole as the main attraction. 🤣 or maybe I’m projecting. 😬
Either way, you nailed this one.
Either way, you nailed this one.
8th Jun 2022 2:22am
Thank you. It's a bit of an odd topic for me, so it's both odd and gratifying that someone else might get it. I've got another one, a bit more on the explicit side, first of its kind (this is the second), called Hate Sex for One, posted early last year if you think you'd want to look at that one. Absolutely no expectation from me though.
Thanks so much for stopping by o this one, and giving me a needed chuckle. I think you know the kind I mean :-)
Thanks so much for stopping by o this one, and giving me a needed chuckle. I think you know the kind I mean :-)
