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y Thursday, Serena is back to feeling like herself, and I’ve been asking myself if I made a mistake when I touched her in the shower. Watching her come apart beneath my hand, it was the most exhilarating thing ever. It unleashed a hunger that has yet to be satiated.
Seeing my release on her little pink p***y, it gutted me, made me want to do anything to see it again, and that was a dangerous place to be. I couldn’t be developing feelings or growing attached, and yet everyday, I feel like I am.
My heart was slowly coming back to life, beating with a newfound joy, and I hated it. I wanted to rip the thing out of my chest because there was no room for it in my life. Feeling was a downfall, and I realized that when my mother died. But when I thought she might be gone, that fear cam
