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What Am I To Become?

Poetry By: Love Reaper

I like it rough, so what?

Submitted:Jun 7, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Today, I want to be pushed down on my knees, turned around by my hair and choked by a throbbing member.
I want to be choked enough where I'm fighting for air while being rammed by force.
I want to be overpowered, bent over with my wrists pulled by masculine hands, squeezing them so tightly that the bruises left are sore and black.
I want to be spanked until I'm numb, until there's a hand print on both sides.
I want to be teased, fingered until I'm about to cum, played with until my juices fall down my thighs.
I want my insides to hurt, pounded into until I don't like it anymore, thrust into deep, deeper than I can go.
I want to cum so hard. Where I can't breathe and I'm left gasping for air.
I want to be left frantic and wild, lasting all day until I grow faint of thirst.
I want to be carefree, be assured that my body is beautiful so I can be free of the monster consuming my head.
I never want to stop, just keep going until I'm done.
I want to be filled up, tasted, yet still want to taste what's mine.

Does this make me a whore?
Because I choose to say forget love and fuck me so I can breathe another day?


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