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52 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 12, 2013
"I am a boat out on a deep blue ocean. Some days are calm, some days the sun comes out and I bask in it, lazily swaying from side to side in perfect harmony with the waves. But sometimes there is a storm, dark and mighty in its strength, and I list, side to side, the waves tossing me about in a sadistic show of their strength."


“Control. It is a food that Nathan feeds on, devours with a vulgarity that clashes with his smooth exterior. He wants to control me, and he wants an audience — an audience that he controls in the process.”
“I needed the moment of backbone — at a time when I feel I am losing all the pieces that make me, me.”
“For us, silence is all we have ever known. I do not speak because I do not know what to say. He does not speak because he has no interest in talking.”






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I moaned when he spanked me. I begged for more as he fucked me. I looked into his eyes and asked for his cum.
I know. I am as screwed up as he is.

Home is where my heart gets ripped out, trampled on, and then patched back together with expensive band-aids, beating a little weaker with every cycle. Home is where I wait for him to return, and hate myself for listening for his car.

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The Dumont Diaries #4: Do Us Part ReviewMy brain is screaming a loud, unintelligible sound that wants to know what the fuck is going on.

This is something I can't do. Fucking me in front of the staff is one thing. Offering me to a stranger something else.
… I can't do it. I just can't. Of everything I have sold at this point in time - my dignity, my life, my past - this is one step I cannot take.

Word: 10 letters; the last letter is 'N'
Clue: a ___________ slip is often required at school.






Control. It is a food that Nathan feeds on, devours with a vulgarity that clashes with his smooth exterior. He wants to control me, and he wants an audience — an audience that he controls in the process.



