I am exhausted my eyes are stinging for sleep.
He sent me home marked and bruised. Clamps decorating my nipples, I hoped that the car wouldn't breakdown or the police pull me over for some misdemeanor and discover the half fucked girl with pain searing through her nipples. He sent me home content and so happy.
He pushed hard. He made me laugh. He made me cry. He made me beg for release. He made me small. He made me more his than I have been before.
Each visit draws me in, brings me closer to who I am, closer to what is inside.
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| unknown photographer sourced from the interweb |
