As soon as you spot her you can tell what a dirty little bitch she really is. She may try to cover it, try as she might but there is no use. She's got the stoolie stare.
"Oh well, yeah. I’m sort of a masoquist." Sort of? Whatever, this rattle of hers could be interesting. With her all I can lose is my time and that's quite ok with me. The nodding of my head is her cue; I've decided to play along.
"Don't get me wrong. I don't cut myself."
"You don’t?" Truly I’m puzzled. Why is she telling me this anyway?
"I like some spanky every now and then" She tells me this followed with a grin.
"When it comes to exploring each other’s body I simply can’t wait. I mean, I love falling for IT. For him. When I’m his that’s all I can think of. n I’m eager to show him I’m his.” She smiles batting her eyes once she finishes the sentence.
“What are you saying?” Ok so this bitch is a little wacked. Spanking and love. She couldn’t really think they’ve got something to do.
“I mean I wanna be tagged by him. Love never lasts forever, moments fade. I want his mark forever.”
“I could leave you lovely scars, love.” I grunt, she laughs. “Tell me sweetheart, why are you so keen on this? There are many ways to leave mark. What kind of freak are you?”
Now she looks down “I don’t know” she shrugs “They can only see with their eyes. I can’t find the way to touch a heart.”
“But you love them don’t you?”
“I love you and I want your mark.”
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