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Thursday, February 25, 2010

"I hate it when you beg", he says and pushes me away.
"I just asked." I say feeling the knot rise in my throat. He turns to look at me and says, "I just dont want it as much as you. I love you".

Dreams about cuffs and hands and sounds and panting.
He wasnt in them.
but, you were.

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