"True love really must exist....
I'm certain of it! Not just in these trashy romance stories I would read, one after the other, devouring them long into the night.
I'd look up at the moon through my bedroom window and just feel that.. somewhere, out there in this sick, warped world, there has got to be a man who would walk through fire for me, a man who would kill for me, a man who would die for me.
A man who would forsibly take me in his arms and pull my clothes open. Dominate and overwhelm my body, overthrow my senses and share a small death with me every night, as I dig my nails into the skin of his back. A man to whom I'd submit, and bare my soul.
Out there somewhere... someone must love like that, and I wanted that obsessive, desperate, almost sick demonstration of love for myself.
But, most of all..
I wanted a man, who would just burn it all down.."
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BeCuming Spangna - The Mercy Begheshian Story
General FictionThe story of a rebellious yet smart young woman from Manchester in the U.K, who finds her ticket out of poverty and the slums of the council estates through her decision to embark on escorting to build a better life for herself, and feed her taste f...
