here vulnerable
my arm twisted,
face pressed hard
on the frigid brick
and his hand -- gently, at first --
...i begin to suffocate
hot breath, it's poison sinking in
"shh . . . you're mine."
don't stop, i beg inside
A contest entry
- My Master (erotica) by prankstar.
640 points, ended July 6, 20 entries
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Snicker.
I see you like it rough, Lunie. I would assume that the dress code would be none what so ever, except the birthday suit.
Glad to see this side of you. 
Hugs from Jim.
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more rough than you might believe !
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OMG DIS SOUNDS LIKE RAP U SHUD GET OUTTA THAT UR CRAZY
Kidding, kidding. Hmmm...wonder where I've seen this before...?
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rap? RAP ?!
wtf have you been SMOKING lately?
...can i have some?
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It's a misspelling of "rape", silly.
Unless you were playing along.
In which case, carry on.
I don't have any for ya, though. I think even if I smoked, I wouldn't trust the stuff out here.
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i'd offer some from oklahoma, but you can get much better in other places
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Yeah, but I'd at least trust the stuff out there since you smoke it.
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very good
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