Corpus Kristie (of Cell Block C) (title) Over a thousand captive nights I measured her every centimeter with lips, fingertips, and tongue. Her curves, her scars, her freckles became my Bible, a testament read slowly in the dark through attentive touch like braille. I memorized it...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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