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I am Complicit in my own demise  In my bound hands and my spread thighs  I beg for it  Bend over for it  It trembles in my every cry  The answering thrusts render me speechless  Remind me that need will drive a woman  To drink, to beg, to lie…  On her back and recieve with …

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Anticipation sent a tremble through her while she waited.  Her body prostrate on the bed in the exact position he required, waiting for him. Fingers stretched out toward the headboard, bottom facing the door, thighs parted to display all that was his.  She stilled, listening for the sound of his approach on the carpet. Nothing …