You remember his hands on your wrists and how then a switch in you flipped and it wasn’t good anymore. How he was huge and heavy on top of you, Sisyphus’ fucking boulder, someone else holding you down, and then he was him again but you were saying stop and you were saying get off me and you were saying please. You remember how he leaned in and kissed your mouth to make you quiet up and didn’t stop.
Ouch. I actually recoiled a little at that. It came in so late and made me so angry- really good!
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GreenBird
Posted Mon 30 Jan 2012 01:48AM EST
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