"Shhhhh."
Kiss. Kiss. Mumble. Kiss.
"Focus. You don't have to talk"
Blah blah blah blah blah.
"Am I going to have to get the gag out?"
Kiss. "But I just wanted to..."
"That's it!"
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I tried to fight that gag. I really did. Wrestled out of his grip. Holding my nose, he got it back in as I gasped for breath. I managed to pop it out again.
While he was pinching my nose and holding me down for the second time, I attempted to breathe out of the corner of my mouth.
With the gag bag in my mouth, I tried to bite down on his fingers.
"Really? Trying to bite with the gag in your mouth? I almost want to punish you but that's kinda pathetic."
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That gag is torture sometimes. Because I can't kiss him, and he can kiss me. And my thoughts hit this force field that just bounces them back into my mind, because they can't leave my mouth.
But I like it, too.
