Poisonous Love (boyxboy)
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Last published Fri, Mar 29, 2013
It burns when it sinks it's fangs in me. The boy that used to be my pet snake is really a shapeshifter. He bites and licks and his poison feels oh so good on my hot, wet skin. I love the way he treats me, the way my body bruises and burns from his touch. He helped me out of my insane asylum. So I repay him, with my virgin body. Is it so wrong to love the poison that seeps into my veins? I don't think so.
WARNING: A lot of rape, bondage, (as in tied up,) kinkiness, (like spanking, using sex toys, whatnot.) Drug use, angst, adult language, insanity, and yes, it's poisonous...like me ;)
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