“Do you think I don’t know?” Her voice wasn’t cruel or aggre
“Do you think I don’t know?” Her voice wasn’t cruel or aggressive; just certain. Final. She was stating a fact: “I know. I know you’ve fantasized about this since before you can remember. I know you’re curious about what it’d be like. I know you’ve dreamed of women. I know you yearn to serve. I know you crave to give give a woman what you’ve never had before. I know you want it. "I. Know. You.” “Please,” the girl whispered, forced through her lips against her will. But She continued, “Give up this fake shell you’ve been forced to live in. The one that holds you prisoner from the pleasure you deeply, passionately desire. The one that is forcing you to be whom you are expected to be and not who you are. I know you want to be free. To be you. To be mine. Just let…go.” A sigh escaped her throat; and her body shook slightly. The prisoner she was brought up to be died, and her body finally relaxed. The pain was over, and she was free to serve. Would you like to see more? -- source link
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