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—image from Chippy’s Beach Blog
“Fear. Desire. Hunger. Lust. His eyes tell all these and more when we see each other. I love the power he has given me over him, and often I will fuck him, leave... and come back to him. Knowing that he is lying in his room, knowing that I will not stop fucking him until my DNA is left within his hole.”