Tag: Crop

The Colour of Friendship and Pain
Royal Blue crop, tipped with leather Vibrating the air with a swish, that warns before it hits vibrating fear and want along my spine. Divine anticipation and hit. Red stripes from blue cane. Radiating warmth, blooming agony, and exploding ecstasy. I wiggle and writhe roll over and squeal but the hits continue as I turn the air blue with curses. Breast, belly, thigh. hip, butt, back. Unerringly aimed to give the most pain in the same goddamn spot again and again. So I roll away, for a moment’s relief. But it doesn’t stop, it never stops, and I laugh and
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