the moon shining off of her pale pristine body outlining her perfect figure the corset pushing in her imperfection she must be perfect her own hands pulling the bondage tight she must not free her natural shape her false ugliness might show through her black hair falling around her glowing white neck shining from the… Continue reading A Self Conscious Beauty
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Tears for the Loved
She awoke entangled in his arms.It was 4:00pm.She looked at him sleeping so soundly.He resembled a dark angel.