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2009-10-22 07:39 pm (UTC)
Hers
I am hers, and hers alone. I sit at her feet like an overeager puppy awaiting a special treat.
He is mine and I do not share. My Spike’s eyes light up when I do something unique just for him.
My Buffy is a flawed goddess. So strong, so beautiful, so broken, full of darkness, and yet what I wouldn’t do to make her happy.
Does he know I dress for him? The feel of his hands on my legs makes me quiver.
I smell her arousal. She loves to be my mistress, just as I love being her slave.
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Hers
He is mine and I do not share. My Spike’s eyes light up when I do something unique just for him.
My Buffy is a flawed goddess. So strong, so beautiful, so broken, full of darkness, and yet what I wouldn’t do to make her happy.
Does he know I dress for him? The feel of his hands on my legs makes me quiver.
I smell her arousal. She loves to be my mistress, just as I love being her slave.