An owner knows when his pet is in heat… He takes care of her. He disciplines her. He trains her to make her a good pet…
Ask me to make you my pet… Beg it from me. Tell me the things you think I want to do to you and why they excite you. Be a good little pet in heat for me.
© reflectedtruthsblog 2018
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Janet slid one lingering finger down her half-opened blouse, deliberating revealing her female presenting nipples. Deryk groaned, “I’m going to have to review those!”
“Flag me Deryk! Flag me as hard as you can!” cried Janet, as he plunged his real-life human genitals into her sensitive content until his post was no longer visible.
“Well that’s better and more positive” they both gasped, and they spoke transparently and freely about their personal journeys in line with the Community Guidelines until they fell asleep in each others pixelated arms.
sometimes
we become slaves
to our emotions
held captive
by the moment
unwilling to release
what has injured us
we arm ourselves
with ammunition
from the basket
of resentment
and if we’re very lucky
wisdom steps in
to urge us to put down
the basket and
let go of the chains
giving us the opportunity
to step away from the moment
and get it pass
while we remain
now unfettered by
Time’s cruel hand and
our primordial instincts
“Sometimes she speaks of ‘the past’ as people speak who have been in prison. But you never know whether they refer to the crime or the imprisonment or the whole experience.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
always
Coffee is always a good idea…