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Becoming myself
We had talked for ages about it. He had been my master for almost a year by then, and I had had to realize that I couldn’t be without him. I had tried to hide, tried to run away. It was useless; there was no way out for me. Only the acceptance of who I was and who he was. I couldn’t be without him, I needed him desperately, in my thoughts, my mind; I needed his text messages, his calls on Skype, his smile and his hands, his body, his cock. It was a lovely and desperate condition I was in. How...
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