What I love is that You are giving it to me. I love knowing that I have consented to this. I love having the physical evidence of that on my body. I want to see it, and feel it, and be reminded of it as often as possible. You are the one that marks me.
What I love is being yours. All yours. Not just the parts I understand, but the parts of me that I have no explanation, the parts I cannot rationalize. I don’t know why I am the way I am, and I don’t expect you to know either. So let’s revel in the deepest, thoughtless, most animal way possible the mystery of our togetherness. Please, claim me as your favorite fucktoy. Train me to be your perfect pleasure. Reduce me to an object of your most basic desire.
Let me feel things no one else can make me feel
What I love is being yours. All yours. Not just the parts I understand, but the parts of me that I have no explanation, the parts I cannot rationalize. I don’t know why I am the way I am, and I don’t expect you to know either. So let’s revel in the deepest, thoughtless, most animal way possible the mystery of our togetherness. Please, claim me as your favorite fucktoy. Train me to be your perfect pleasure. Reduce me to an object of your most basic desire.
Let me feel things no one else can make me feel
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