Please, Give Me Some Space, My Dear Child

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I was neck-deep in a porcelain bowl. Pouring out of me were all of my fears, anxieties, my deepest desires, a profound love I didn’t know existed, and the rest of my freedom. It’s incredible to me that while I heaved and lay in agony, I was happy. I was comfortable because she was there – just a fragile little bean…

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I Write about Sex💋Humor🤪and Life🌎Founder of Dirty Little Secrets 😈I Want to stimulate all your senses. Proud Mother, Writer, and nympho.

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Meghan Madness

Meghan Madness

I Write about Sex💋Humor🤪and Life🌎Founder of Dirty Little Secrets 😈I Want to stimulate all your senses. Proud Mother, Writer, and nympho.

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