the third night:
more electrical tape. across my throat, binding my ankles and wrists. taping my breasts together. our hips locked. my eyes begging. more and more and then some. he knows what i want. he wants me to beg for it. i do.
more electrical tape. across my throat, binding my ankles and wrists. taping my breasts together. our hips locked. my eyes begging. more and more and then some. he knows what i want. he wants me to beg for it. i do.
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nebajoth:
Wow, Johnny Cash's version of Hurt is hilarious. I'm also downloading (or attempting to anyhow) everything else off your playlist. Any chance we could set up to do some tradesing?
nebajoth:
I suppose I should mention that to me "hilarious" covers a broad range of emotions. I'm a type who always laughs at everything, so hilarious is really just a synonym for "incredibly powerful". And no, goddamnit, I'm not backpedaling. 
I don't feel the need to randomly conform to random people's music interests. What I DO want you to understand though, is that um, I wish that I had spoken in English and not Dylanese, and said "beautiful", since that's what I was totally thinking.
I don't feel the need to randomly conform to random people's music interests. What I DO want you to understand though, is that um, I wish that I had spoken in English and not Dylanese, and said "beautiful", since that's what I was totally thinking.