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The significance of a pillow
You adjusted the pillow so tenderly under my head while we fucked,
I had never experienced consideration like that before, it felt so intimate.
It was so humane.
You detected my discomfort and cared enough to act.
You cared.
You acted.
I admit, it was exactly what I was longing for.
I am terrified.
Now, I must wait with white knuckles, choking on my breath.
...Sunday 27th November 2022 8:36 pm
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