This is freedom
From the pain of life
You bring me to a new world
The world that haunts my dreams
Sweet serenity
I feel the kiss
Of the crop my lover
I moan as it kisses
My flesh stinging
I look up at you but your heart is gone
Some where far away with her
I whimper calling you to me
But im not her
I scream
And I hate you
For not loving me
For thinking of her when I give myself to you
I feel the gag and I swallow my spit
Tears falling
The ropes tighten and I cant breath…
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. Author’s note
This story is completely fictitious it is just what I would have done given this opportunity
My cousin Rebecca came out to visit me on the west coast it had been eight years since I last saw her, she was seven when my family moved out here. “What are you talking about this isn’t funny” she said
“Ah ah ah what did I say about being quiet
This is freedom
From the pain of life
You bring me to a new world
The world that haunts my dreams
Sweet serenity
I feel the kiss
Of the crop my lover
I moan as it kisses
My flesh stinging
I look up at you but your heart is gone
Some where far away with her
I whimper calling you to me
But im not her
I scream
And I hate you
For not loving me
For thinking of her when I give myself to you
I feel the gag and I swallow my spit
Tears falling
The ropes tighten and I cant breath…
Go to page. .
. Author’s note
This story is completely fictitious it is just what I would have done given this opportunity
My cousin Rebecca came out to visit me on the west coast it had been eight years since I last saw her, she was seven when my family moved out here. “What are you talking about this isn’t funny” she said
“Ah ah ah what did I say about being quiet
This is freedom
From the pain of life
You bring me to a new world
The world that haunts my dreams
Sweet serenity
I feel the kiss
Of the crop my lover
I moan as it kisses
My flesh stinging
I look up at you but your heart is gone
Some where far away with her
I whimper calling you to me
But im not her
I scream
And I hate you
For not loving me
For thinking of her when I give myself to you
I feel the gag and I swallow my spit
Tears falling
The ropes tighten and I cant breath…
Go to page. .
. Author’s note
This story is completely fictitious it is just what I would have done given this opportunity
My cousin Rebecca came out to visit me on the west coast it had been eight years since I last saw her, she was seven when my family moved out here. “What are you talking about this isn’t funny” she said
“Ah ah ah what did I say about being quiet
