| Out Back when I was Mrs. Someone you said, "I don't write about my lusts," over & over & over & over, as a command, a mind-numbing mantra. Oh, nooooo, so superior. So I bound my thoughts & my pen & my tongue & my hands for your pleasure and spent my time bent over. You know what I mean. The only way to stop the daily bludgeoning and subjugation was to suck your meanness out your cock, and that was temporary. Estimated 500 blow jobs later, you're still flapping your flap about how deep your water runs but I know for a fact that the only spring in you runs out between your legs. As for my selfish, evil, shit-brained desires, I swallowed them for years, put myself in a box, but no more. Your new online groupies can have U, can have the real thing-- would scare the Bejeezus out of any one of them gullible enough, like I was, to take you on in person, or whatever variety of freak entity U really R. Now I am free to spit & scream & write & here I go. PamEhli/1998 |
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