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231 pages, ebook
First published August 24, 2013





"Listen to me, baby girl. Listen. Cum on me. Cum all over my cock. Cum for me, baby girl. I want you to cum. Cum for me," he whispered into my ear as he continued to push himself deeper inside of me.


"Do you know her?" Erik asked.Baba: Yeah, Erik, it's no biggie after all. *facepalm*
"No, I just hate high school girls," I said, now wondering how Erik might respond.
"So do I, baby girl, so do I."

"Who owns you, baby girl? Who fucking owns you?" he almost screamed.
"Oh God, you do. You own me. You."
"Don't forget it, do you hear me?" he said in a loud, stern tone.
"Yes, I am yours. You own me," I responded. I loved this.



“Looking beyond life’s imperfections allows one to be able to find happiness. Life is not perfect, ever. For me, remembering that life is flawed, people are flawed, and therefore relationships are flawed, allows me to look at the flaws and imperfections as part of life itself. A perfect life includes all of the flaws associated with what and who you surround yourself with. My life and my means of living it are no exception. I was, as all people are, flawed. I accepted myself as being flawed no differently than I accepted others as being so.”



I thought about kids, and the fact that I hated kids.




