I collect little trinkets to remind me of a tiny Fetish I have... six-inch healed glossy black go-go boots, leather bras, plastic ultra-mini-skirts, whips, chains, blindfolds, x-rated comic books... books I've found -hidden- in the depths of the basement of an antique bookstore. I guess I'm not the only one with Needs I must hide from the world.Birth sign: Virgo
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