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Dec 2016
I sometimes want to be dominated
To be choked
Bruised
Yanked.
I want to lose my hair to your fingertips.
For you to make me
Yours,
Make me cry
Make me sweat
Call me, “*****,”
Make me beg.
Pull my hair
Call me “*****”
I need to physically be
As low as I feel.
To be nothing
Even in the eyes of the one I love.
So growl at me.
Spank me.
Hard.
Own me.
So that I can be the dirt
The ****
The dirtiest of them all
To match my mind.
so.... I really hope my mom doesn't read this stuff... yeah. Sorry. I just. yeah.
Tamera Pierce
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Tamera Pierce  19/F/West Virginia
(19/F/West Virginia)   
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