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you peel me raw, opening my wounds until my blood drains. and you smile. so i let you continue. the pain. the torture. the lush agony of an erotic release. i endure it because it is what i, too, want. crave. insatiable hunger mixed with vulnerability. it’s all yours. it’s always been. the skin, gone, spread, revealing white ribs. curved handsomely inward, like a cage. how beautiful i must appear to you in this moment. but, in this dark room with the one bright light overhead, and as i lie on this cold table, i know what must happen next. the others, just beyond ourRead More →