She holds perfectly still while her lipstick tape is applied. She shivers, not from the cold. She presses together porcelain fingertips and curls cute moppet toes. Guttural growls drown her slowly into a bed of froth. Inwardly she feels everything that she doesn't show without. Strings of appreciation and geysers of tiny death. She loves the litany of whispered loathing that cuts her nakedness and vulnerability into surgical bliss. Inside her head, she's in a space so very far away.
4:00 p.m. - 2015-12-18
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