Bunny's Garden

like yes baby, keep whimpering and moaning like the bitch you are. you’re so fucking cute when you try to buck into nothing. mommy’s desperate little slut.

Pretty boys who arch into your touch, who rut against nothing, who make the prettiest noises when they’re edged to the brink over and over—until their lips are parted, eyes glazed over, and tears slip down their cheeks. Pretty boys who beg—please, please, please—until they’re nothing but a sobbing, aching mess, willing to do anything for you, to please you. That’s what they’re made for.

— Isabel Allende, Paula

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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