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| I want to be consumed by the void, to be engulfed by your darkness overwhelmed by your light, this world is too broken to fix. Give my something else to worship, let me feed off the intensity in your eyes, mould myself for your pleasure, surrender to your will.
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Ha strike two, ouch. I mean I saw that one coming, the back story hadn't changed and details stick in my mind. Reletively pleased they didn't drag the game out any longer than a couple of days this time Im undoubtedly emotionally masochistic enough to have indulged them but it probably isnt healthy for either of us to pretend we believe for too long. *raises glass* to the brief return of the elusive "Ms" too good to be true... looking forward to next time already x *licks open wound* |
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Note to self: if something seems too good to be true, it'll probably delete its profile once you arrange to meet. *face palm* I know I should have seen that coming but...nope, ouchie |
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i love how some people can reach so easily inside my mind and stroke some intimate part of my soul in a way that makes me ache for their attention, how they have some implicit knowledge of my deeper workings that mean my locks spring open for them at the most delicate of touches leaving me lost for words, struggling to hold myself together as I meet their gaze eyes filled with quiet longing, hoping desperately that whatever magic they're currently working, they don't intend to stop. |
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sometimes I wonder where people go when they disappear, when what once sparked with intensity turns bleak and silent and leaves me staring almost mournfully at the contrast with a head full of doubt, insecurity drumming at my soul as I accept my failure to hold their attention and try to stop myself chasing the ghosts of connection. |
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this should be a cry for help but it will turn into a love letter because Goddess Yuri knows exactly how to bait the razor sharp hook she dangles in front of me, knows how to tempt me on to it, how to let it swing gently between fear and excitement till I can't take my eyes off it, how to sweet talk my sick little mind into impaling itself for her. My thoughts pierced , caught, there's no escape now she's in my head, oh I try of course but she only has to tug gently on my little leash of arousal to have me crawling back to her helplessly letting her reward and reinforce my degradation feeding my growing addiction so perfectly. I know I should stop, but I can't, she is everything I've ever wanted, this is where I belong. |
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| Age: 29 |
| Buffalo,
New York |
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