You’re still counting my orgasms–six–even soon after we finished the act. I had to stop, for I didn’t want you to suffer a swelled head. You are automatic. Your breath…it ticks on even times even. Mechanical and scripted. There’s a compliment here for you, stuffed somewhere in there.
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A Black Cat Moment
How come you want my candle on low flame, but yours has the right to build and burn up fires?
A Black Cat Moment
Do you know what I did? I put out a piece of cheese right by my door. I knew very well how hungry you were, very hungry. But as soon as you arrived to eat it, you found nothing there; it had been removed. I did that. I placed it back in the icebox. IContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
I know where you buried me. I breathe in your diary. You read me and thought you were me. I lick my paws, wait and see.
A Black Cat Moment
You have horns, and I have claws. Don’t say we’re not equals. Up for another late-night battle?
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