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begging, more
ice cold metal bites at the pink, heated flesh of twin blushing cheeks.
cool comfort brings out a glutton, a moment--to short.
pleasurable pain of a stinging slap.
not allowed to stare, keep eyes level with the tiled floor.
sweet whispers begging, master.
like a dealer and their very own addict--
withdrawn, coming back for more. <3
cool comfort brings out a glutton, a moment--to short.
pleasurable pain of a stinging slap.
not allowed to stare, keep eyes level with the tiled floor.
sweet whispers begging, master.
like a dealer and their very own addict--
withdrawn, coming back for more. <3
Published 24th Jun 2010
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