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I don't want to submit to men, I want to submit to a man..a specific man..by choice. Every ounce of power he has over my body and my life I will have relinquished freely and joyfully...
i want to love him wildly. I don't want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered
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