masouge from dializing shambelly by ANAZANAUT

For some reason, you can’t help yourself. You can’t escape from the thoughts that tie you to this trestle, waiting for the train of fulfillment to run you over. It makes you feel guilty and filthy and you hide in corners to avoid being seen in its grip. It’s your dirty little secret and you’d sell your soul to get even a chance at it. Something implanted as a child, suggested in a trauma or fused by an incidental spark, clings to your subconscious and drives you to demand its realization. There isn’t a price too high for you. Once you become hooked, once it fetishizes itself within your psyche, no stage is too exposed for you to act upon in order to see your desire manifest into reality. Slavery is just another word for sexual surrender and you are a well trained professional when it comes to servicing your master. How much are you willing to lose in order to pay for your indulgence? How many gutters will you crawl through in order to satisfy this craving that never subsides?

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