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I Have A Secret

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FreeSpirit69

Published: Dec 23, 2010

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Its all about control.

Thats why I do it.

Everything else in my life is spiraling,
dangerously crashing down around me.

My body.
Its the one thing I can control.

I decide...
when,
where,
how often.
(Its become very often)

I've begun to realize, though
that its more than control.
Thats why I first started.
But why do I continue?

Adrenaline.
Its amazing.
Orgasmic.

Its a delicious moment,
Everything tasty and sweet.
Coursing through my veins in a sugary rush.

BAM!

Time is up.
It is time to cleanse.
Oh, how it gives me the chills,
putting everything in...
Only to watch it all rush back out.

Goosebumps.

No other rush in the world
is quite as good as this one.

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