Game Over



She’ll never come around. She fears me as she should. Once upon her time, I was weak and she exploited my vulnerability. Thanks to her I am that dominant man she craves. She likes to be fucked every which way. She can never get enough. Her greed is a need. She’ll never come around. She hates losing.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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