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Mama said my hair was only second in its wild nature to my heart, neither tameable, both beasts of their own free will.
“I don’t want you because you’re hurting over him. I want you when you’ve fallen for the trap of me and ache for no hands on your flesh barring mine. I want you in my cage, little lamb, begging me to take you because there is no other who could satisfy the ache between your thighs or the desperate needs of your lonely heart. I’ll have you all. But not while he can still claim you as his creature. I need you to be mine.”
HELLO?????????????
“There’s only one bed,” I grunted.
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“Help me up,” I commanded. “You look like a turd in a latrine down there,” she called. “You look like a turd hanging halfway out of an ass up there,” I called back.
*Fixing it is not guaranteed - we need readers’ tears for sustenance and to grow the bitter lemons on our lemon tree of doom which is all we eat while writing these soul-destroying stories.
