He Fucked My Face for My Own Good

A different kind of therapy

Blisse Wynters

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Authortolikm for despositphotos.com

Lightening flashed across the wall and Norah jumped. Next came the crashing thunder and she couldn’t relax. She’d always hated thunderstorms. Her boyfriend was on the phone talking with one of his clients. He kept jumping every time she jumped, until finally he put his phone down.

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Blisse Wynters

I love writing about the darker, tastier side of life. On your knees, if you please. Whips and chains and all sorts of things.