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Shadows are a curious thing. Darkness that only exists in bright, direct light. Have you ever noticed that? A gray, overcast day—no shadows.
However, I’m not here to talk about physical shadows. There are other shadows, amorphous bits of darkness cast in the recesses of the mind. These too exist in contrast to the light. In my case, that light involves the usual: a respectable job, polite chats with the neighbors, some work around the house. To all appearances, a regular member of society.
No one gets to see what lies in the shadows. The urge to possess, to control, to own. To know and command your body and your mind. Knowing every spot: how to touch you to make you shiver, whimper, and throb.
The neighbors won’t know that during our polite chat, you’re tied down with a vibrator inside you that I’m controlling with my phone. My co-workers would never suspect that you’re on your knees worshipping my cock during my meeting online. On a night out, the server will never dream that the reason you shift around in your seat is because it’s still hard to sit down after I used my belt on you.
Everyone has their shadows. I’m looking for a girl whose darkness matches mine. Who craves my hand wrapped around her throat just as much as I want it there. Who needs to get on her knees for me as much as I need that show of submission. A girl who understands the significance of offering herself up to me.
No characters. Come to me as yourself, or some version of you. PM only to start.
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