A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Monday, November 3, 2008
the hunt...
so the ad man was in and out of our lives briefly, and i had a few opportunities to observe him... i saw the wolf in those otherwise innocent eyes when they wandered a room of lovelies... it was so primal, like he would eat them whole... this was it, this animal lust that opened my eyes wide and made me want to lick his entire body... so i continued to observe...
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