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Ask me what kind of **** I am into And I will take you on a magical journey To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17 What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section With her skirt hiked up; Sirius Black in a secret passage way, Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good; And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets; I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica, And the sexiest part Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning, The sexiest part is knowing That they are part of a bigger story; That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** Gang Bang, That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them, And still I am told That my **** is ‘unrealistic’. Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’ So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for. I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike As a room full of lesbians begging for **** Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on. Don’t you give me raw meat And tell me it is nourishment, I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like 24/7 live streaming Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not, That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking, That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair. The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists And called me a ***** I did not think 'run’, I thought 'this is just like the movies’ I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more ******* Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins, It looks like the man who did not flinch When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’. If you play-act at butchery long enough You grow used to the sounds of screaming, It is just a side effect of industry; Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces. I will not practice ****** hands I will not make believe dissected women, My *** cannot be packaged My *** is magic It is part of a bigger story I am whole I exist when you are not ******* me And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
'Fantastic ******* and Where To Find Them' by Brenna Twohy
Ask me what kind of **** I am into And I will take you on a magical journey To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17 What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section With her skirt hiked up; Sirius Black in a secret passage way, Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good; And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets; I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica, And the sexiest part Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning, The sexiest part is knowing That they are part of a bigger story; That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** Gang Bang, That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them, And still I am told That my **** is ‘unrealistic’. Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’ So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for. I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike As a room full of lesbians begging for **** Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on. Don’t you give me raw meat And tell me it is nourishment, I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like 24/7 live streaming Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not, That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking, That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair. The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists And called me a ***** I did not think 'run’, I thought 'this is just like the movies’ I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more ******* Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins, It looks like the man who did not flinch When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’. If you play-act at butchery long enough You grow used to the sounds of screaming, It is just a side effect of industry; Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces. I will not practice ****** hands I will not make believe dissected women, My *** cannot be packaged My *** is magic It is part of a bigger story I am whole I exist when you are not ******* me And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
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