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thewomaninthemoon:

Rita Hayworth in My Gal Sal, 1942.

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mountain-view-dom:

You may go now and leave this place Miss Jones.  No matter how much you shower or attempt to wash what has transpired between us away, it will not work.

I have planted a seed that is growing slowly each minute inside you.  A seed that feeds on your most inner fantasies.  A seed that drives you to seek nourishment from only one place: me.

You will find no quenching of your thirst from the lips of another.  You will find no fulfillment from feeding from the power of someone else.  You will wither and shrink until I, and I alone, nourish you.

When I do, you will be like this each time.  Marked where you needed trimming.  Burnt where you needed light.  Moistened where you needed watering.  Groomed so that you grow into the woman you are meant to be.

Now go strumpet and come to me when you have hunger.

allaboutthosewords:

Please?

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