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It took some time and countless therapy sessions for me to accept that my curves, stretch marks, and the fat on my belly and arms were beautiful. That I am beautiful.
“This is mine; your whole body is mine; you’re fucking mine. Don't ever forget it.”
“As much fun as that sounds, you need to give my pussy a break. I’m very sore, and I need substance to be able to scream your name, don’t you think?”
It’s hard not to. She’s the light to my darkness. The woman I love. Love? I never thought I was capable of feeling love for someone. But I do. I love her.
