for me, it’s the contrast. my mind just can’t help but remember… that when you’re gently fixing my hair, that’s the same hand that gripped it tight the night before, pulling my head back while you thrusted deeper, deeper… when you help me into my dress, tying the halter behind my neck in a pretty bow, or maybe when you straighten your own tie, i remember just how good you are at tying knots with pretty pink or bright red ties and ropes…. when you call me the cute pet names, i can vividly remember the filth you call me behind closed doors, when i’m on my back or my knees or splayed across your lap…. when you kiss me and i remember just how skilled your mouth is, where else your mouth could go…..
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