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Toy. Slave. Vixen.


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What am I, in that moment?

A fucktoy, eager and enthusiastic,

allergic to the word no; wedded

to the word please. And more.

A slave, ready to crawl. To serve

and to be commanded. To be

hurt and humbled at your whim.

A mindless creature, back arching

and mouth reaching. Tongue

flickering out, fingers sliding over

any skin you give me permission

to touch. Your hand clenched

in my hair, tightening ***fully,

turning me supplicant. Whimpers,

writhing; whatever will appease you.

And lastly, a vixen, who know that

this thing between us is fire.

Intimacy at its most intense and

its most natural. Us, stripped

to our core. More naked that I

Could ever be, splayed

on your bench.
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