Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

November 9, 2010


Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 9:00 am

She has red patent leather heels. I’m in a ball-gag. Do you like my shoes, Lilac? Just nod for yes…

She and my brother dual headfuck me like a tug-of-war game. It does make him smile to hurt people; and that is the definition of a sadist, isn’t it? I nod.
My brother returns with Am I a sadist, dear? Calling him a sadist always means pain until I take it back. But I’m averse to lying: Yes, I say.

He hurts me. She’s earnest, she says.


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