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playground love pt. 4

so i ruined his marriage instead. and i didn’t let him rape me, i rolled my crotch around on that same bed where my husband and i wove our dreams, i rolled my crotch away from his lips and his tongue and his cock and i would not let him fuck me again. does that count for something, lord? i found my integrity in the schoolyard and fuck him i would not let him rip me from my panties as bad as i wanted it. i concentrated on all the fears and all the bad clicks: the chili in his mouth, the stings in his armpits, the rash on his cock, i closed my eyes and made sure i would not break his home more than once. shove out the natives from their mud doors.

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