My Mate, My Slave
It was hard as a rock and big as my fist that it made me struggle to swallow it down, making me teary-eyed.
The hot fluids in my eyes rest on my lower lids, keeping me busy. I made sure that no one will notice it.
I take a deep breath while blinking the hot fluids of tears away, trying to look tough so they won’t notice that I am already shedding tears in here.
Due to the mini heart ache that I felt because I was overthinking, I almost forgot that I am still fully exposed and my hole is proudly hanging up there, waiting to get f*cked.
I then bite my lower lip. I still can’t believe that I am capable of cursing in my mind. Before, I was too scared to even think of cursing someone.
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