I'd been holding it together for a while. Twelve months. That was a while, right? Twelve months after my husband left me here alone, I was feening again. The thirst was real, and as I sat here watching a potential suitor, imagining swallowing him whole, I reminded myself that I deserved this. I needed to be fed. I needed…. to be gagged.
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