Month: September 2014
“I wish you were mine.”
Boys always say it wistfully but it makes my blood run cold.
It tells me he doesn’t get it, it tells me he sees me as property, a prize to be won, a collectors item, an achievement.
It tells me he doesn’t understand; I’m not a belonging.
“I’m mine,” I respond.
Isn’t there anything you ever think about doing to me? Something unusual? Because I think about doing things to you. I think about making you powerless, completely at my mercy, making you beg.
I so need to get caught up on this show…
She had started straining for more pressure on her clit. She had no hope of success against that anal hook but, every time she tried, his evil laugh sent shivers through her whole body.
