He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, a barrier from which there was no escape, and pulled me in. A sudden move that pulled me off balance. And he bit down on my shoulder until the world reduced to that exact spot.
I went to a play event last week. There were people there that I knew, so although it was odd turning up by myself, it wasn’t the most intimidating thing I’ve done recently (that’s a different blog post!). I got talking to a friend of a friend and we found a quiet corner to play in. Turns out he likes to bite…
I’m still struggling to find my words but photos are easier. I took this one this morning for TSH and realised it was Boobday, so win-win!
I’ve thought about writing for Molly’s Pussy Pride project for a long time but never quite been able to bring myself to. Until recently, I’ve never looked at, or wanted to think about, particular parts of me quite that closely.
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