Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
I am compiling a book about and have an opportunity for you. Kindly DM me to my Instagram account : @heart_scribes. Hoping for a positive response. Please don't mind if I have already contacted you.
anjani24_7I like it, just wanted you to know that you can publish your writeups in a book. I'm compiling an Anthology named, "Shattered words". Dm me on Instagram @think_or_feel ...if you want to be a co-author in this book. Thank you, will be waiting for your reply, if in favour or not I'll appreciate it.
He had left only to be back four days after. He did the usual when no one is around to stop my infinite torture. I don't try to be as loud as I could before he locked the door anymore. He smirked licked his lips then with anticipation he told me how he intended to tie me up. How he intended to abuse me in such a way nobody will understand. All throughout his mental and physical pounding from his dick. I whimpered and I hate to say I did enjoy it. It would be sucide if anyone ever knew that I couldn't defend myself from being used. Been used? Was I been used when I orgasmed in restrained painful pleasure? Who would believe me?