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Nothing steels a man like humiliation for which the answer is simple acceptance. No power can be had until complete powerlessness breaks down like the muscles of a Marine recruit before the sinew has begun to wash away the lactic acid. Nothing prepares a man for manhood, or suicide, more than a woman desperately wanting to be filled with meat and only being able to deliver robin's egg.

The dark privilege of laughter at a women's sublime psychological suffering could only have been had at knowing the suffering as one knows an old friend. I walk the edge in the manner you walk across a cocktail party knowing your clitoris is the greatest party favor of all. I hog-tie wanton sensual bitches only to hang the screaming dildo-hammer inches from thier soft underbelly. I watch women lower their eyes as they dangle from a meat-hook anal harness, praying there were a canyon below them into which they could free themselves to fall to their death instead of having to face the truth.

I will walk you through this world and carry your flaws and fetishes as if a sherpa hired to guide you to the excrutiacating oxygen debt found only on the peak of Denali.

Respond if you are perfectly powerful bitch with an evergreen calling to kneel at the right hand of my throne...that we can mock all those who walk the earth only talking about trust.

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tOpNOtCh
 
 Age: 23
 Myrtle Beach, South Carolina