December 2010
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Flowers
From Doll:
"He leaves bruises in the shape of his control. Fingertips
the color of a decayed eggplant imprinted on my arms and thighs from where he
pinned me down, pried me open. A perfectly symmetrical Rorschach pattern on my
skin that spells love & violence, domination & submission from every
angle. I study them every time I get out of the shower. Marvel at them and
smile softly....
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Garbage
What a filthy whore mouth she has. With a bit of research, I’m sure I could find the right combination of foods to make my cum taste like garbage. What I wouldn’t give to cum in her throat and hear the tearful pleading that follows as the hot, stinking mess clogs her nose while she tries to escape, ruining her favorite moment and making it mine.
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The Rules
Occasionally, I let her have a voice.
From Doll:
“The rules:
Never stop when she says "When". Give clear and specific instructions. She shouldn't do anything without your explicit command. Don't hesitate to punish her if orders are not fully executed and abided by. Never ask her of she's okay. Use her to get what YOU want. Don't even take her into consideration. Know that her blood and...
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Bruise
The subtle discoloration of her cheek and jaw line where my fist snapped into her face is far more attractive than any sort of make-up ever could be.
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Belt
My belt is starting to fray from age. I’ve had it for years. Now it bears the brunt of Doll’s weight some nights as I drag her across the bed. It holds her calf pinioned to her thigh as I tease her clit, slap her face raw. The split black leather snaps down across her thigh. I can hear the buckle bite into that soft, pale flesh there. There are teeth marks pitting the surface where it’s...
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In retrospect
In retrospect, I knew it would happen eventually. The stars aligned like some astral key in a lock that clicked just as my cockhead prodded her esophagus and she ejected food and beer only hours old down my shaft, off my balls, and into my half-removed jeans. I felt bile and spit slide and pool, cooling and stinking and I could feel her body tighten like a drum with shame, like a dog...
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