04 April 2009


Restless... somewhere near angry, violent. 
Aching for hair clenched in my fist, for tears spilling over big eyes watching me in terror. 
The satisfying muscle spasm of shoving a face into the floor; lips soft on my feet, eager to appease the temper rampaging through me. 

I am aching tonight to hurt someone, to send him on impossible tasks: clean my house on your knees, boy, in my pretty, frilly apron.
Rub my feet, cunt, with your hands tied tightly behind your back. 
Please me, you useless piece of shit, while my temper rages through me for no particular reason. 

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