It feels weird being home, knowing no one knows. I’ve got these secret bruises he gave me to get me through the holidays. They’re supposed to comfort me, but in a weird way, they just make me feel lonely. Weird, because I’ve got a huge family, and they are all downstairs. I can hear them talking. I should go down.
But first, I really need to, um, take matters in my own hands. I get wet just touching my bruises. I’ll get off thinking of his cock in my mouth, edging to my throat.
Why do I do this to myself?!
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