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I was scared the first time, of course I was. It took me a long time to soften to my man. I blame my mother for that, it wasn’t like I had a choice. We sure as hell chafed and ached for a long while—why one time I even made him bleed. I remember that horrifying moment when I realized he was bleeding all over me, inside me.

Read “Cracked Leather” by Liz Argall.

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