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In shadows where silence sting,

Whip and stings intertwine, soft whispers a dancing in anticipation, a pricking pain.

With every whimper the breath catches, surrender flows and ignites desire, a rhythm of bliss and desire.

What once stung now soothes and binds, the gentle noise of the whip becomes a breeze, In this embrace the world melts away.

Blur edges, Seek healing in the intimate breach, In the refined paradox of tranquility, where pain and pleasure are forever intertwined

highly motivated by sweet treats like cream pies & forehead kisses