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He's standing next to me now. Just close enough for me to hear each pounding beat of his heart and feel the breeze of his breath. With each inhale he takes it feels like he's ******* the life right out of me. I become breathless. I'm gasping just waiting for him to exhale so I can finally breathe again. With each exhale I'm relieved of the pressure in my chest as if he's manually pumping my blood through my veins with his hands. With each exhale I feel the warmth of his breath. It is sticky and hot, but he has a way of sending chills down my spine as he whispers icy cold words down my neck.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Breath
He's standing next to me now. Just close enough for me to hear each pounding beat of his heart and feel the breeze of his breath. With each inhale he takes it feels like he's ******* the life right out of me. I become breathless. I'm gasping just waiting for him to exhale so I can finally breathe again. With each exhale I'm relieved of the pressure in my chest as if he's manually pumping my blood through my veins with his hands. With each exhale I feel the warmth of his breath. It is sticky and hot, but he has a way of sending chills down my spine as he whispers icy cold words down my neck.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
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