bdsm
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Vivid imagination grasps at the pictures conjured by your words; technicolor andsurround sound, a theatre in my mind. And deep within the core of my being, both mentally and physically, the flickeringlights are focused to a point as a glass lensconcentrates sunlight onto kindlingand my fibres begin to smoke with desire,and you breathe gently across…
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The light remains green. I’m not safe-wording, not saying I withdraw consent, merely that this did not feature in any of the scenarios I imagined, in any of my most hidden fantasies. I was prepared to hurt, and when I said make me cry, I meant take me to a level of physical pain that…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 