Sunday, 21 March 2010

Love is



being caned by Daddy
whimpering 'like a dolphin' (apparently)
being plugged really full with an innocuous inflatable black thing that feels like a rock when it's inside
coming so hard, so much, once the aforementioned black thing is removed
knives, knives, knives
"good girl"
"you need this don't you?"
"oh look how wet you are"
"my dirty cunt, my filthy whore"

xxxx

Love is....



24 hours later reflecting on the meaning of love. And reflecting on bruises (yum) and reflecting on how to take a photo of my own arse.

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