This blog is about my life in the wake of sexual trauma: the mundane and the mushroom clouds
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
A curse
It's 2 am. In the middle of july, her air conditioner is broken. She's stripped to nothing and the bed cover sticks to her skin. At that moment, when she is alone with her chastity ring, I want her to think of me and thirst....
I specialize in dealing with rape and issues of intense personal trauma, but as my stock has rose, I've been forced to branch out. I operate primarily on the East Coast.
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