Tag: Sadist

Thank yous for H. There was a moment that made me think about how thankful I am for quite bizarre things. It was morning, H and I were both lying naked in bed. Playing, fucking, snuggling and praying for the alarm not to go off (again) but knowing it would and we’d soon have to go our separate ways. H lay between my thighs, chin resting on my belly, head between my breasts. “Well, if you get murdered today I’m definitely going to be a suspect.” They said, taking in the vista of bruises, scratches and bite marks before them.
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