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Dec 2013
Bite me.
Could I be ******, turned on, or something else entirely?
No seriously, c'mon, Bite Me.
I dare you.
Those three little words are quite powerful, aren't they?
You want to touch me, to **** me, to have your teeth on my flesh and just take my orders and defy them all at once.
There's a fire's touch in your blood, and its burning you up right now.
I'm a woman, yes, but you won't hurt me.
Try to hurt me.
Maybe I'll like it.
Maybe I'll be like society, kicking at your *****, screaming at the top of my lungs for you to Man Up and teach me a right proper lesson.
Well, shouldn't you?
BITE ME.
Not a vampire bite, too pop culture for its own good, or a little teasing bite, no, I want you to hurt me.
Aren't you a man?
Doesn't that mean I deserve what I get?
Doesn't it mean I want it?
I always want it, I'm a woman after all.
So c'mon, big boy, Bite Me. Make me remember where I "belong".
Maybe I'll be nice enough to make you a sandwich afterwards while I cry my eyes out.
You crane your neck, you open your mouth, and I let out a bittersweet sigh.
You bite me.
And like a woman, I took it. I took it all.
Grace Jordan
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