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Pretty sure my gynecologist is an hour away, too, but I still make an effort to see her once a year. And those visits are far less painful.
Do you have any fucking idea who I am and who my family is?” I’m going to staple his mouth shut in point two seconds if he keeps running it, that I do know.
“Cat got your tongue, little mouse?”
Nor could I ever confess the new meaning my stalker gave to finger-banging.
Drown in my fucking pussy. Die there for all I care.
Being consumed by him feels like drowning in water with a live wire in it. Electric currents ravish your body until you’re overcome with it. No oxygen. No thought. No control. And when it’s over, he yanks you out of the water.
“You have such pretty eyes,” I tell her. She snarls at me. “Spill, slut.”
“That man ate the soul out of my body, and I don’t think I’ve gotten it back yet.”
DAMNNNNN
Fuck. Fine. Okay. So, maybe his dick is the exact opposite of puny and would surely kill me if he did decide to choke me on it.
