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Inverted Aftercare

I have found, as my kinks develop, and I grow up into a (hopefully) more sorted person, that I experience sub-drop less often, and less severely. I still have tearful days every now and then after playing, but they’re pretty rare, and even as I play with my darker kinks, I feel much more able to handle any fall-out. But… Read more →

The Bruise

Daddy took me to the churchyard to kiss me. His lips took mine as they aren’t supposed to; devoured my mouth. Pulled my head back, and dipped into me. Shook me with the shame. It wasn’t enough. In the dappled sunlight the unchaste kisses of his only daughter whet his appetite. His mouth a line. Grin, fierce. Down the stone… Read more →