Secrets and Lost Lovers

That night as Taylor lay in her bed alone, she felt so ashamed for what she had done ‘ … right there in the front yard of the secret house I bought to get away from it all with my secret boyfriend! … and oh, god, the awful things I watched Mark do to him. Davey I loved you so much … b-b-but … sob’.

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She hadn’t returned to that house for almost a month. What with the Eras Tour schedule and being embarrassed to show her face in the quiet neighborhood, Taylor tried to forget that awful day. ‘That bastard! How could I get so aroused by such an asshole? And …and… and I will n-n-never attend a rally o-o-or vote for that awful MAGA tyrant, never! Oh he … is …. such a bad, bad … man … bad …’ Even after a month the troubling thoughts still overwhelmed her, especially late at night.

That night, Taylor, back at the scene of the ‘crime’ had a most disturbing dream … always thinking about her music, the thought of lyrics involving the experience of that horrific yet somehow arousing nightmare began to develop in her head … as the disgusting scenes that she could remember from her dream flashed, one after the other …

… 123 ass up bitch … la la la … pump, pump, pump … let’s go Swifties!

… the breathless … umph … feeling … umph … of meeting and ‘humbly thanking’ Trump and his conservative …umph, umph, umph …rich, fat, ugly … backers …

… tits out girls! … mega social outing with one tit … yeah … hanging … oh, oh oh … out of my pretty g-g-down you g-g-go …

… m-m-melody … back alley whore … b-b-baby … adorable, impressionable … mmm-grunt… young … mmm-grunt, grunt … ‘Swifties for Trump!’ … working the back alley … b-b-baby

… women … under Trump … bare tittied, pussy fondled … oh, mmmm … real, god fearing, m-m-men … MAGA men … mmmm, oh …

… oh yes, yes, yes! … big stiff members f-f-for … Tay’s girls … to practice …

… sshhh, quitely … humbly kneel … giggle …. they can’t see me … behind the podium … unzipping the Big Man’s pants … giggle … stained awful smelly crotch … giggle … fat, crooked, old cock … open mouth …oh umph, umph … thank the lord …

That morning the images were fresh in her mind. It was bad enough remembering the dirty things Mark made her do, but this … this awful melody was too, too much. ‘Stop it Tay, stop it right now! You have to straighten yourself out … maybe if I just take time away from it all … just me and my cats …'