No one knows why she liked to be sodomised by animals.
It began when she was eating a sandwich, mayonnaise dripped from the sandwich onto her left knee. Her cat, who has chosen to remain nameless, licked it off. She shuddered, she hadn’t been fucked for a while, then she walked up to her room and began to masturbate. When she came, she lifted her head from the pillow, to see her cat sat at the end of the bed, not exactly leering at her but it was still enough to give her the heady sensation of someone who had been caught out. Over the next few weeks, when she was alone in the house, she doused her fingers in mayonnaise and let her cat lick it off which in turn saw her begin to masturbate in the kitchen, on the sofa or anywhere else in the house her cat may be. Strangely, no one in the house noticed an unhealthy amount of mayonnaise being consumed.
After one particular session of having mayonnaise licked off her hands, she was laid on her bed when her cat jumped on her stomach. She had two fingers inside her and her thumb rubbing on her clit. As her cat landed, its claws dug deep into her stomach and the shock combined with excitement of the pain, she came with a violent lurch that saw the cat jump into her bedroom wall. For the days after that she would invite her cat to walk along her stomach while she got herself off, her cats claws were short enough that they didn’t pierce the skin but it still left footmarks. On the Friday night, yet another destined to be a solitary exercise since both her Mother and brother had new partners that they were respectively besotted with, she decided to smoother her breasts in mayonnaise and let the cat lick it off while it walked on her stomach. She began screaming as the first orgasm drowned the fingers inserted inside of her and by the fourth she was shaking uncontrollably and didn’t need to manipulate her clitoris anymore.
I met her on my birthday, she was sat in a bar on her own and I walked in on my own. I stood and ordered a drink and stared, she was intoxicating but it wasn’t that, I had seen her before. She had worked in the newsagents around the corner from my old flat. I’d never spoken to her just bought fags, booze and phone credit and grinned like a schoolgirl during these transactions. I selected a seat that wasn’t exactly opposite her, but close enough so that I could make sure she would see me looking. After a lager, another lager and three phone calls from the people I was meant to be meeting later, she looked up and saw me smiling. It was a Cheshire smile I was throwing her, one that is so inconceivably unattractive that you’d need to be desperate or patient to believe it isn’t someone gurning.
She rose from her seat, her skirt wasn’t as slutty as I would have hoped but you could see her legs were shapely and created an hourglass figure that was immediately admired by the other men in the bar. I turned my head to watch her walk past me, when she stopped next to my stool and began to speak.
“Cecil, isn’t it?” She enquired, while throwing a knowing smile my way.
“Yes, how do you know?” I stuttered in an elated response.
“I always check the names on the cards of the cute guys, you did come to the newsagents didn’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah I did. For three years but i’ve just moved to the other side of town.”
“I noticed you hadn’t been in for a while. I was starting to miss you.”
“Really?”
“No, you’re just cute that’s all. So, you going to buy me a drink?”
“To be honest, it’s my birthday and i’m just about to leave to meet me friends.”
“No you’re not. If you were going to leave then it would have been before your last night. You’ve been looking at me for ages now and I figured you wouldn’t dare come to me so I came to you. I guess I have to buy the drinks though as it is your birthday.”
She came back clutching what appeared to be a bucket of slightly green juice, a cocktail that she knew I would like, she sat down and we talked. The conversation quickly descended in an anarchic discussion of how i’d always fancied her and how she had spent to previous night passed out on the floor of a pub being passed around by the barman and being woken up the next morning by the cleaner with her mouth dripping with cum and both her arse and pussy sore and wet. I stood up to buy another round of green buckets and she noticed the bulge in my trousers even though I thought the tightness of the jeans would disguise it. She looked at it then grabbed my hands.
“It is your birthday I guess, follow me.” She said as she bounded towards the back door of the bar.
She led me to the fire escape, she the door behind me and kissed me. Her lips were soft but her movements were powerful, they were dominant and had purpose. She fondled around my crotch and undid my belt with all most professional poise. My cock was twitching wildly as she unzipped me and before long I was stood, both trousers and boxer shorts around my ankles. She knelt down and put me in her mouth, as she moved her head back and forth, she put my hands on her head and motioned me to move her head for her. As I came closer and closer to an orgasm I began to fuck her mouth hard with anticipation. She stopped me, stood up and kissed me. This time her lips were salty but equally soft and I enjoyed it very much, even if the frustration of having an exposed cock dripping with precum was overwhelming. She turned hoisted up her skirt, pulled down her knickers and then bent over the railings showing me her pussy and tight looking arsehole. I wanted to fuck her, I really did, she was my dream shop girl I’d thought about this for so long but I hesitated. She reached around and took my cock in her hand and pulled me forward, I went to thrust into her invitingly wet pussy but instead she pushed me up and as soon as the tip of my cock touched her arsehole she thrust backwards, all most pushing me back over the railings behind me. I reached out instinctively and pulled on her long black hair. She let out a squeal and pushed herself back onto my cock again, this time I took the lead, offered six rather vigorous thrusts and then came inside her, still clinging onto her hair. She pulled her knickers up, her skirt down and opened the door.
“Happy Birthday.” She said with a wink before turning, walking through the open door, letting it slam behind her.
That is how I met her.
She was a natural born victim and on the three days that occurred between be penetrating her arse and the next time I saw her she had six different men in various ways and not once did she orgasm.
I walked into the shop where she worked not knowing if she would be there or if the old couple that owned the place would be sat in front of the multicoloured cigarette display. She was bent over filling the bottom shelf of the soft drinks fridge, seeing her in that position brought it all back, I called over and she came to serve me. I ordered a twenty deck of what I used to call, cowboy cigarettes and awkwardly tried to start a conversation.
“It’s good to see you.” I informed her, though my eyes must have said it first.
“You too. Fun birthday?”
“The best bit was” I leant forward to whisper like there was anyone else within a hundred miles, “You.”
“Thank you, but if it was then it must have been a crappy birthday.”
In walked a man, obviously expected some kind of recognition from her but none came.
“Shouldn’t you serve the guy instead of talking to me?” I asked her quietly.
“I guess. Don’t go though I want to talk to you.”
I walked outside, immediately ignoring her instructions because I wanted to look cool. Twenty three years old and having to pretend to be cool but probably not coming off that impressively to anyone, so I cocked my head, let the flame from my black zippo lick the end of the cowboy fag and blew a puff of smoke towards the shop window. Cool...as...fuck. She looked out at me and laughed, realising I was impressing no one I threw my fag into the gutter and walked back into the now empty shop. I ask her if she wants to go out that night for a drink and she says yes. Unlike the TV shows and films, we arrange a time and a place to meet and I bid her farewell, I would have stayed but I had to dance back to my flat and smile at every passerby before getting changed for the drink.
After the drink I walk her home, she doesn’t invite me in but she sucks me off on her doorstep. A holly bush (female according to her) obscures the view from the street so we are safe but it takes me longer to cum stood up so with each passing set of footsteps I panic. When I do cum, she dutifully swallows, stands up and asks,
“Why don’t you fuck me harder in the mouth when I suck you?”
“I, well, I just didn’t want to push it too far I guess. I’m just happy to get the blow job.”
“Next time, do it as hard as you can and want. There isn’t anything I won’t do to please you.”
She fiddles with her house key, opens the door, walks through the oak frame and closes the door behind her without so much as a goodbye. I don’t care at first because my cock is still hanging out of my trousers but once i’ve tucked it away, safe from the cold night air, I wonder why she didn’t say goodbye. Coping with lack of sentiment has always been tough for me, I just always feel I have made a big enough impact to be cared about. When I texted her to ask her if I had upset her, she told me I hadn’t but she had things to do while she had a free house. At this point I was unaware of the fact that she was sitting her neighbour’s dog and that by the time I had reached my front door she was on her hands and knees having a golden Labrador licking barbeque sauce off her vagina and arse, she had also employed a cooked sausage that she had put in her arse as a chew treat. This time she came as the sausage was pulled from her, the dog ate the sausage and she went into the shower. The cat sat, looking neglected in the corner of the lounge wondering what happened to the rich mayonnaise days.
Two days later we meet again, this time skipping the formalities of drinks in a public place. We kiss, we fuck and for the first time I get to fuck her pussy, it’s tight but not as tight as her arse and I tell her so.
“So fuck my arse then, stop complaining.”
I snigger to myself and do.
“Where is your bathroom?” I pant, still exhausted from getting both holes in quick succession.
“Okay, this sounds weird. Do you want to piss on me? Like in the shower or something. No, forget it. Sorry.”
“You want me to piss on you?” I ask tentatively.
“Yeah, kinda.” She replies, shrinking back into herself.
“You’re really into this kinky stuff aren’t you. Is there anything you won’t do?”
“No. No there isn’t.”
So I spit on her face, grab her pony tail and drag her to the bathroom and lean her head back over the toilet. I make sure I soak her breasts and face before I force her mouth and eyes open and once I have finished I pull her head forward and use her mouth to clean my cock. Inadvertently, this leads to an erection which in turn leads to be turning her around and fucking her from behind while she holds the toilet bowl for support. I cum again and then look in horror at the beautiful girl knelt in front of me, covered in piss and bleeding from a cut in her forehead where I had thrust so hard it knocked her into the flush handle. I began to cry, ran to her bedroom for my clothes, got dressed and ran out of the house.
‘That was the best sex of my life.’ Her first text said, closely followed by, ‘Please come see me again tomorrow. You can stay over. Free House x’
So it continued for many weeks, we explored the joys of piss, shit, BDSM, food and in the end, much like our initial conversation, anarchic and unadulterated violence. The food lead to vomit after violently fucking her mouth, we steered away from drugs but because she was a lightweight we only needed a small bottle of vodka between us to get her drunk. When she was drunk I would sometimes take her to the homeless shelter and make her suck off some of the particularly grubby hobo’s. If I was in a bad mood I would take her to the railway station after hours, where the gangs of young thugs used to hang out, then rip her top off and throw her down on the floor and leave her for an hour before coming back to get her after I had been for a few beers to cheer myself up. Occasionally she would slip a rohypnol into my drink and invite some of her gay friends around to use me until I woke up but she only did this when I forgot to rescue her from the onslaught of cum from the young thugs. ...................
Monday, 6 October 2008
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
The Todd
Full of such promise, billed as the saviour of the creative writing department, ‘The Todd’, just turned out to be an ungrateful cock. Brought in from Canada, he was their number one poet and number four debating champion, author of a variety of books, he was the only member of the staff that may have been known outside of the Kingston area.
It started well, he endeared himself to all the students when he slowly revealed the levels of his success. Young people are always impressed by name dropping and when someone stands in front of you and lists the TV shows he has written for, the writers he considers personal friends and the places writing has taken him, you sit up and take notice. Even if there is always the underlying knowledge that if he was actually as successful as he made out then he wouldn’t be stood in the classroom of a half rate former polytechnic on the outskirts of London.
He was supportive for several weeks, offering false hope to some and encouraging those who harboured even the slightest degree of talent underneath their statement clothing and personality which is so ‘out there’ it is vomit inducing. He was firm in his belief that nothing was truly unique anymore and this led to a freedom within the student’s imagination.
The Vice Chancellor walked into the classroom, a man in his fifties who looked aggrieved with the existence of the University, he was followed by four other men in suits who looked equally pissed off.
“We have the room booked.” The Vice Chancellor announced to The Todd.
“I am just finishing up then we will be gone, but we do still have ten minutes left so if you all wouldn’t mind waiting outside.” You could tell from the way The Todd replied that he was used kissing up to people in authority. Maybe that was how he debated, charm the opposition until they gave in.
“I don’t care about your silly little lesson. I have a meeting that is due to start at 2pm and it will start at 2pm.” The Vice Chancellor turned and on his exit made a point of not pulling down the handle so the lock clicked to emphasise the importance of the man who had just chosen to shut the door.
Flustered, The Todd turned to the class and told us to back our bags to leave. He had all ready outlined what we had to do for next week so there was no reason to antagonise the powers that be for hanging around for any longer than necessary.
“You can’t stand for that Mr Todd” Cried the Spanish student, who no matter how hard he cried could not write in English.
“Yeah Todd, don’t fucking stand for it” Sarah bellowed from the seat next to me.
“Kick his arse Todd” I added, using all twenty one years of my maturity to find the appropriate comment to make.
Apparently inspired by our defiant words, The Todd strode to the door to confront the Vice Chancellor. I ran after him and pinned my ear to the door, in lieu of a glass to listen through I put my ear to the keyhole.
“There was no need to call my class silly. Do you even know what course I am teaching?” The Todd sounded anxious questioning the powers that be.
“I don’t give a shit what class you teach. It isn’t in a science laboratory so I can’t imagine it is a real lesson anyway.” The scathing comments of the Vice Chancellor wounded The Todd and his voice became shrill.
“I have some amazing writers in that class room. I am a Professor in the English language and I don’t believe you should be so derogatory of the students.”
I had heard enough, The Todd was left to fight our corner while I rallied the troops on the inside. In an instant seven of the nine person class were stood around my desk.
“Mark, Carl, you turn the tables on that side of the room, me and Sarah will do this side and Jos and Juan you do the back. James, you do The Todd’s desk.”
With all the desks turned over, we all looked around the room smugly, as if we had actually achieved something beyond turning a few tables upside down. For us, this was our Vietnam protests. We had failed to stop top up fee’s but by god we can stop a jumped up twat in an ill fitting suit patronising our choice of degrees and indeed the teacher whom we held in such esteem. We put our bags on our shoulders, preparing for the rapturous applause we would get from the tutor who would undoubtedly thank us for our sign of support.
“What the fuck have you done?” The Todd wailed when he returned.
“We were sticking up for you” Jos pleased from the corner.
“I don’t give a shit. I’ve just defended you lot to them fuckers out there and now you’ve done this.”
The handle on the classroom began to turn. Slow motion looks of horror were slapped across all ten faces in the room and each smile sank like a reverse Mexican wave from the door to the back window.
“What is this?” The Vice Chancellor asked, apparently displeased with our method of protest.
“We didn’t like the way you spoke to Todd or what you said about our class. We deserve more respect.” Mark was the only one who could produce a tangible sentence when in a highly stressed situation.
“How can you demand respect when you act like little twats?”
We glanced around, seeing his point entirely but still proud of ourselves for supporting someone we believed in.
“Come on guys, turn the tables around and meet me outside.” There was an element of pleading in The Todd’s voice so we obliged.
We turned the tables and strolled out of the classroom with our heads held high, “Oh Captain my Captain” was mumbled by us all as we passed the Vice Chancellor and repeated with the volume raising each time until we assembled further down the corridor. We stood, waiting for the rapturous thanks from our hero, from the maestro of the written word, from our Todd.
“Who was responsible for that?” The Todd asked.
“Were you pleased? We supported you, thank you for sticking up for us.” James replied.
“I am not fucking pleased. Who was responsible?”
All nine heads shrunk back into the necks that had held them up so proudly only moments previously.
“I want to know who the fuck is responsible.” The Todd’s repetition of the expletive showed that he was no longer messing about and he was definitely not as appreciative as we had hoped or expected.
“I am Todd. It was my idea.” I stepped forward.
I had the least to lose, he didn’t hold me in as high esteem as some of the others but I wasn’t failing so he had no need to mix his words to keep my confidence buoyant. Plus, I did incite the table turning, so in truth I was the guilty party.
“Thank you for your honesty. Unfortunately I have no choice but to discontinue your participation in my class. I will try and arrange a transfer to another course but there are no guarantees so you may have to repeat the semester.”
Nine jaws dropped open and nine gasps echoed through the corridor.
I turned to walk away hoping the dramatic effect would deter The Todd from his current disciplinary task. It didn’t and the next day I received an email from the head of faculty informing me of my now disassociated position within the creative writing course. At the end of the note there was a P.S., it read, ‘I wish a student cared enough about me to do that but next time don’t be an idiot and just verbally express your support after class.’
I got a first in the course I was transferred to and I ignored The Todd on a bus after I graduated.
It started well, he endeared himself to all the students when he slowly revealed the levels of his success. Young people are always impressed by name dropping and when someone stands in front of you and lists the TV shows he has written for, the writers he considers personal friends and the places writing has taken him, you sit up and take notice. Even if there is always the underlying knowledge that if he was actually as successful as he made out then he wouldn’t be stood in the classroom of a half rate former polytechnic on the outskirts of London.
He was supportive for several weeks, offering false hope to some and encouraging those who harboured even the slightest degree of talent underneath their statement clothing and personality which is so ‘out there’ it is vomit inducing. He was firm in his belief that nothing was truly unique anymore and this led to a freedom within the student’s imagination.
The Vice Chancellor walked into the classroom, a man in his fifties who looked aggrieved with the existence of the University, he was followed by four other men in suits who looked equally pissed off.
“We have the room booked.” The Vice Chancellor announced to The Todd.
“I am just finishing up then we will be gone, but we do still have ten minutes left so if you all wouldn’t mind waiting outside.” You could tell from the way The Todd replied that he was used kissing up to people in authority. Maybe that was how he debated, charm the opposition until they gave in.
“I don’t care about your silly little lesson. I have a meeting that is due to start at 2pm and it will start at 2pm.” The Vice Chancellor turned and on his exit made a point of not pulling down the handle so the lock clicked to emphasise the importance of the man who had just chosen to shut the door.
Flustered, The Todd turned to the class and told us to back our bags to leave. He had all ready outlined what we had to do for next week so there was no reason to antagonise the powers that be for hanging around for any longer than necessary.
“You can’t stand for that Mr Todd” Cried the Spanish student, who no matter how hard he cried could not write in English.
“Yeah Todd, don’t fucking stand for it” Sarah bellowed from the seat next to me.
“Kick his arse Todd” I added, using all twenty one years of my maturity to find the appropriate comment to make.
Apparently inspired by our defiant words, The Todd strode to the door to confront the Vice Chancellor. I ran after him and pinned my ear to the door, in lieu of a glass to listen through I put my ear to the keyhole.
“There was no need to call my class silly. Do you even know what course I am teaching?” The Todd sounded anxious questioning the powers that be.
“I don’t give a shit what class you teach. It isn’t in a science laboratory so I can’t imagine it is a real lesson anyway.” The scathing comments of the Vice Chancellor wounded The Todd and his voice became shrill.
“I have some amazing writers in that class room. I am a Professor in the English language and I don’t believe you should be so derogatory of the students.”
I had heard enough, The Todd was left to fight our corner while I rallied the troops on the inside. In an instant seven of the nine person class were stood around my desk.
“Mark, Carl, you turn the tables on that side of the room, me and Sarah will do this side and Jos and Juan you do the back. James, you do The Todd’s desk.”
With all the desks turned over, we all looked around the room smugly, as if we had actually achieved something beyond turning a few tables upside down. For us, this was our Vietnam protests. We had failed to stop top up fee’s but by god we can stop a jumped up twat in an ill fitting suit patronising our choice of degrees and indeed the teacher whom we held in such esteem. We put our bags on our shoulders, preparing for the rapturous applause we would get from the tutor who would undoubtedly thank us for our sign of support.
“What the fuck have you done?” The Todd wailed when he returned.
“We were sticking up for you” Jos pleased from the corner.
“I don’t give a shit. I’ve just defended you lot to them fuckers out there and now you’ve done this.”
The handle on the classroom began to turn. Slow motion looks of horror were slapped across all ten faces in the room and each smile sank like a reverse Mexican wave from the door to the back window.
“What is this?” The Vice Chancellor asked, apparently displeased with our method of protest.
“We didn’t like the way you spoke to Todd or what you said about our class. We deserve more respect.” Mark was the only one who could produce a tangible sentence when in a highly stressed situation.
“How can you demand respect when you act like little twats?”
We glanced around, seeing his point entirely but still proud of ourselves for supporting someone we believed in.
“Come on guys, turn the tables around and meet me outside.” There was an element of pleading in The Todd’s voice so we obliged.
We turned the tables and strolled out of the classroom with our heads held high, “Oh Captain my Captain” was mumbled by us all as we passed the Vice Chancellor and repeated with the volume raising each time until we assembled further down the corridor. We stood, waiting for the rapturous thanks from our hero, from the maestro of the written word, from our Todd.
“Who was responsible for that?” The Todd asked.
“Were you pleased? We supported you, thank you for sticking up for us.” James replied.
“I am not fucking pleased. Who was responsible?”
All nine heads shrunk back into the necks that had held them up so proudly only moments previously.
“I want to know who the fuck is responsible.” The Todd’s repetition of the expletive showed that he was no longer messing about and he was definitely not as appreciative as we had hoped or expected.
“I am Todd. It was my idea.” I stepped forward.
I had the least to lose, he didn’t hold me in as high esteem as some of the others but I wasn’t failing so he had no need to mix his words to keep my confidence buoyant. Plus, I did incite the table turning, so in truth I was the guilty party.
“Thank you for your honesty. Unfortunately I have no choice but to discontinue your participation in my class. I will try and arrange a transfer to another course but there are no guarantees so you may have to repeat the semester.”
Nine jaws dropped open and nine gasps echoed through the corridor.
I turned to walk away hoping the dramatic effect would deter The Todd from his current disciplinary task. It didn’t and the next day I received an email from the head of faculty informing me of my now disassociated position within the creative writing course. At the end of the note there was a P.S., it read, ‘I wish a student cared enough about me to do that but next time don’t be an idiot and just verbally express your support after class.’
I got a first in the course I was transferred to and I ignored The Todd on a bus after I graduated.
Midnight Hour
She awoke and her pussy was wet, she thought this was strange, as she had not been dreaming about sex. Her eyes didn’t want to open and accept that it could be time to get up but she felt uncomfortable so turned to give her alarm clock closer examination. It read 01:14 am and she was satisfied that she had time to get back to sleep.
She closed her eyes and lay on her back, her arm resting behind her head. As she was drifting off she felt a breeze come from the door and she turned to one side, exposing her back to the cool air that quenched her sweltering body. As the breezed rushed through the room she felt it brush against her skin. As the breeze became stronger she thought she felt fingers stroking the skin at the base of her back. The hair on the tender spot where she had been inked stood on end. As if a feather was caressing her, her whole back began to feel the stroking of the cool air.
After a few minutes, she began to moan with the excitement of the air brushing her back. She reached down and felt her warm crotch becoming moister with each tender touch from nature and as her fingertip began to rub her clitoris she opened her eyes and looked up.
Floating above her, draped in a black velvet cape was a man. His hair covered his face but she could see his lips were red. His hand was on her back and carried on stroking her back as she froze in fear. Unable to move she laid there, staring at his hair, still leaving everything to the imagination.
The longer he stroked the wetter she got. The fear couldn’t counter the physical feeling that he was giving her. All of a sudden he stopped stroking her and she felt able to move. She sprang back and sat up on her bed and pulled the sheet to her chest, her back pressed against the cold metal of the headboard. “Who the fuck are you?” She screamed at the man.
“Shushhh” was his only response. He floated down to stand at the end of the bed. He brushed the hair out of his face and exposed a face that told her nothing. He wasn’t featureless but she could see the faces of all the men she desired in his. He was dressed in a black shirt and trousers and a black leather belt with a large metal buckle.
“What do you want from me?” She screamed again hoping to rouse one of her neighbours. It didn’t work so she screamed again, “What do you want from me?”
“I want nothing” came his response, his voice melting inside her head.
“What are you doing here?”
“You wanted me to be here. Even when you wish things people listen.”
He climbed onto the end of the bed, resting on his knees. Slowly he unbuckled his belt and slid it around her wrists so she couldn’t move.
“You have been looking for something and I am here to give you it.”
“What the hell have I been looking for?”
“You have run out of erotic Vampire romance literature and have been looking for more.” His voice was softening her and she let the sheet slide from her chest.
She flinched backwards as he jumped at her. He grabbed her flame red hair and pulled her head to one side.
“Nothing comes for free. If you want Vampire erotica, you have to become a Vampire.”
His mouth opened wide, exposing two sharp teeth set between perfect rows of white teeth. She felt the teeth pinch the skin on her neck and shuddered as they pierced her. As his lips touched her neck, she moaned, just as she had done when her back was caressed.
Blood from the two bite wounds dripped down the front of her shoulder and onto her exposed breast. The Vampire pulled her head back so she could see the sharp black pupils that appeared to be set back from the shining white of his eye.
His tongue flicked out onto her nipple, he caught the first drop of blood before it hit but let the second flow around the pink aureole. Her nipple became hard because he tongue had a hint of ice cold on the end and the other drops of blood rolled over her now aching breast and dripped down towards her thigh.
In an instant he was stood at the end of the bed again, watching her. Her eyes had now closed and she was lingering on the feeling of his tongue on her nipple.
When she awoke she ran to the mirror to examine her neck. She saw nothing except her naked body, in its perfect glory looking back at her. She reached down and watched herself masturbate in front of the mirror, she came with an intense fury that made her fall to the floor.
All day at work she was distracted, thinking of what she thought was her dream. Her pussy went from wet to dripping as she remembered the teeth penetrating her skin. That evening she ran home with expectations she didn’t expect to be satisfied but she wanted to get herself off.
She lay down on her bed and watched the sunset, fingers inside her pussy. She had all ready cum three times but she wanted more. Each time she stroked her lips, they quivered and she couldn’t help but thrust her fingers inside until the cum dripped onto her palm.
She fell asleep wanting more.
As her clock clicked to midnight she woke up to see him standing, once again, at the end of her bed. This time he had a friend. Seeing two men in capes at the end of her bed scared her. One she was prepared for but she couldn’t contain a new sense of dread as she saw the second man.
The Vampire from the previous night leapt forward as he flew through the air he pulled off his belt and in an instant had her restrained. The second Vampire walked slowly around the bed and sat by her side. He had shorter hair but equal with the other Vampire she could see the faces of every lover she ever wanted in his.
Each Vampire lifted a corner of the bed sheet and pulled it to the end of the bed, leaving her body naked, exposed and writhing in the cold night air. Her nipples became hard once again but she still had the fear. Both men leant into her neck but she shook her head to keep them away. The first Vampire held her hair tight as two sets of fangs pinched each side of her neck. She squealed as the teeth of the powerful men doubly penetrated her.
Her head rested on her shoulder as two icy tongues flickered down to her nipples. Each Vampire took a nipple between his lips and she could feel herself losing control. She looked down and saw both Vampires nibbling on her breasts and as they looked up at her, two sets of eyes caught her stare and she came.
The first Vampire began to kiss her stomach and started to stroke her inner right thigh. She had shaved her leg in trepidation but didn’t dare truly believe the Vampire would have his hands on them. His middle finger rubbed her vaginal lips and her eyes widened. The second Vampire was still sucking her nipple as the first pushed his finger deep inside her, she lunged forward so his finger would be pushed deeper but he retracted it.
Both men stood up and walked around to the end of the bed. The gazed upon her form, legs open, pussy dripping with cum. She hadn’t ever seen a Vampire dumbstruck by beauty but now she could see two. Their erections were obvious and as she began to mentally undress them, they undressed themselves. Simultaneously they unbuttoned their shirts to revel two firm torsos, not to muscular but firm enough that they would glide over her body. Then off came the trousers, tight boxer shorts revealed two penises that have never been harder. Their legs were shapely and she knew they could hold her down tight. The first Vampire walked around the bed and undid the belt so she could move her arms. She wanted to run but her whole body was pumping with the desire to be fucked as hard as they could manage.
The second Vampire grabbed how now free wrists and pulled her so she was laid across the bed. He pulled down his boxer shorts and she could see the glimmer of precum on the end of his cock. She opened her mouth prepared to take his whole shaft in one but he teased her and rubbed it on her lips so she could taste his desire. As he began to ease it into her mouth, the first Vampire brought the belt down on her bare arse. She moaned and the second put his cock deeper into her mouth, he was choking her but she wanted more. She put her hands around to grab his arse cheeks and pulled him in further. The belt came down again and she sucked harder. The belt kept coming hard and harder, she wanted more and kept sucking. With the last mightily crack of the belt on her arse, cum shot down her throat and she swallowed it all.
The thing she didn’t know about Vampire is that they don’t lose their erections. They cannot be satisfied until the woman they are with falls into a slumber and she wasn’t ready to stop now.
She looked up at the cock still hard in front of her and grabbed the shaft. The whipping had stopped and she felt two hands on her waist. The first Vampire was lifting her hips so he could position his cock to enter her pussy. Only a few fingers hand been inside her so far but she was so wet the cock slid in with ease. The first thrust was solid, hard and fucked her like she was nothing but a tight little hole. The second was tenderer and positioned to go in against her g-spot.
The cock disappeared from in front of her face and in its place was the face displaying all the ever wanted in a man. His lips touched hers, cum still running down her chin, his tongue was cold inside her mouth as they kissed but the passion warmed her up. She could feel the cock pounding in and out of her pussy. The was throbbing, pulsating and so tight every inch of his cock felt like it was going further and deeper with every thrust. She pulled away from the kiss and began to scream, she had never cum this hard before and her pussy was contracting until she was milking the cum out of him. As she came, she felt a hot spray of cum shot from the end of his cock inside her.
She turned over to lie on her back. She wanted to rest but there were two hard cocks waiting for her.
They picked her up, and stood her up on the bed. Her knees were weak but their strength kept her standing. They kept staring at her, each one choosing to focus their eyes on her heaving breasts. She felt vulnerable, naked in front of these men. Cum was running down her thigh but it only added to the feeling of being naughty that was quickly overwhelming the feeling on vulnerability.
She grabbed her own breasts, bring each nipple up to her lips so she could lick them. The first Vampire walked around her and sat on the bed, he put his hand to her pussy to take some of the cum that was running from it. Then he opened her arse cheeks so he could see her even tighter arsehole. He leaned forward and put his tongue to her hole, she squeezed her cheeks together as his tongue licked around the hole but relaxed all most instantly. She couldn’t see him but she could feel his tongue flicking away, then she felt it force its way through the tight hole and lick inside her tight hole. She was shocked but enjoyed it and as she was enjoying the tongue in her arse the second Vampire stood on the bed and started to kiss her neck.
He carried on kissing her neck but began to sink down, the first Vampire once again leant back his erection pointing straight up towards her arse. As she was pulled lower by his kisses she could feel the gigantic end of his cock pushing eagerly at her now wet arsehole. She closed her eyes and went further down, she could feel the cock go deeper into her arse and it craved to be filled. He began thrusting upwards and she took it, she took it and she loved it.
He pulled her hair backwards so his mouth was next to her head, “You love being fucked in the arse. You are so, so dirty.”
She kept her eyes on the second Vampire as he crawled towards her. His hard cock was pointing at her still aching pussy. She didn’t know what to think as she had one cock thrusting in her arse and another man about to put his cock in her pussy.
As he entered her, she could feel both cocks grinding against each other inside her. She could only look at the one in front but she could hear the other panting in her ear and it was driving her crazy knowing that both her holes were being enjoyed at once. The thrusting kept going and each cock was pounding hard into her, she could tell from the breathlessness of each man that they were close to coming and so was she. She was bouncing on two hard cocks and she could feel their balls stirring. She began to come and she bounced harder take each one deeper each time. She came but they hadn’t, “Fucking come in me. Finish yourself. I want your cum in me.”
When they came she could barely stand but needed to move, as she stood up both men started to lap at the holes that they had just cum in. They licked her cum and their own until it wasn’t dripping anymore. They started to stand and there hot sweaty bodies sandwiched her and she just wanted more. She was feeling wary though, she didn’t know how much more she could take.
She stepped off the bed and both men laid down next to each other, hard naked bodies waiting for her. Cocks aching to be in her, awaiting her presence. She knelt down at the end of the bed and crawled further up, she took the first cock in her mouth and used her hand on the other. She interchanged between mouth and hand because she wanted both cocks, then she decided to test the extremes of the supernatural.
She knelt between both men and fingered herself, she rubbed her clit and pushed her fingers inside her pussy. She laid down flat and carried on touching. The Vampires stood up and knelt next to her head, both cocks fighting to get into her mouth first, she grabbed both of them together and flicked each helmet with her tongue. Slowly she put her hands between each Vampires legs and toyed, with the fingers that were lubed with her own cum, around the arseholes of each man. With a firm thrust she put a finger up each arsehole and made a ‘come here’ motion. Both cocks lunged forward filling her open mouth and she licked them both, trying to suck where she could. As she kept moving her fingers, the first Vampire suddenly twitched his hips and a load of cum shot out onto her face, splattering over her lips and cheeks. In shock she turned away as the second Vampire twitched and came over her face. She pulled her fingers out slowly and let her arms flop on the bed.
As she closed her eyes she could feel heavy breath on her neck and then two sets of fangs pressing against her sweat and cum soaked skin. Her neck was pierced twice and she fell asleep.
She woke up the next morning, walked to the mirror and couldn’t see bite marks, but once again she began to touch herself…
She closed her eyes and lay on her back, her arm resting behind her head. As she was drifting off she felt a breeze come from the door and she turned to one side, exposing her back to the cool air that quenched her sweltering body. As the breezed rushed through the room she felt it brush against her skin. As the breeze became stronger she thought she felt fingers stroking the skin at the base of her back. The hair on the tender spot where she had been inked stood on end. As if a feather was caressing her, her whole back began to feel the stroking of the cool air.
After a few minutes, she began to moan with the excitement of the air brushing her back. She reached down and felt her warm crotch becoming moister with each tender touch from nature and as her fingertip began to rub her clitoris she opened her eyes and looked up.
Floating above her, draped in a black velvet cape was a man. His hair covered his face but she could see his lips were red. His hand was on her back and carried on stroking her back as she froze in fear. Unable to move she laid there, staring at his hair, still leaving everything to the imagination.
The longer he stroked the wetter she got. The fear couldn’t counter the physical feeling that he was giving her. All of a sudden he stopped stroking her and she felt able to move. She sprang back and sat up on her bed and pulled the sheet to her chest, her back pressed against the cold metal of the headboard. “Who the fuck are you?” She screamed at the man.
“Shushhh” was his only response. He floated down to stand at the end of the bed. He brushed the hair out of his face and exposed a face that told her nothing. He wasn’t featureless but she could see the faces of all the men she desired in his. He was dressed in a black shirt and trousers and a black leather belt with a large metal buckle.
“What do you want from me?” She screamed again hoping to rouse one of her neighbours. It didn’t work so she screamed again, “What do you want from me?”
“I want nothing” came his response, his voice melting inside her head.
“What are you doing here?”
“You wanted me to be here. Even when you wish things people listen.”
He climbed onto the end of the bed, resting on his knees. Slowly he unbuckled his belt and slid it around her wrists so she couldn’t move.
“You have been looking for something and I am here to give you it.”
“What the hell have I been looking for?”
“You have run out of erotic Vampire romance literature and have been looking for more.” His voice was softening her and she let the sheet slide from her chest.
She flinched backwards as he jumped at her. He grabbed her flame red hair and pulled her head to one side.
“Nothing comes for free. If you want Vampire erotica, you have to become a Vampire.”
His mouth opened wide, exposing two sharp teeth set between perfect rows of white teeth. She felt the teeth pinch the skin on her neck and shuddered as they pierced her. As his lips touched her neck, she moaned, just as she had done when her back was caressed.
Blood from the two bite wounds dripped down the front of her shoulder and onto her exposed breast. The Vampire pulled her head back so she could see the sharp black pupils that appeared to be set back from the shining white of his eye.
His tongue flicked out onto her nipple, he caught the first drop of blood before it hit but let the second flow around the pink aureole. Her nipple became hard because he tongue had a hint of ice cold on the end and the other drops of blood rolled over her now aching breast and dripped down towards her thigh.
In an instant he was stood at the end of the bed again, watching her. Her eyes had now closed and she was lingering on the feeling of his tongue on her nipple.
When she awoke she ran to the mirror to examine her neck. She saw nothing except her naked body, in its perfect glory looking back at her. She reached down and watched herself masturbate in front of the mirror, she came with an intense fury that made her fall to the floor.
All day at work she was distracted, thinking of what she thought was her dream. Her pussy went from wet to dripping as she remembered the teeth penetrating her skin. That evening she ran home with expectations she didn’t expect to be satisfied but she wanted to get herself off.
She lay down on her bed and watched the sunset, fingers inside her pussy. She had all ready cum three times but she wanted more. Each time she stroked her lips, they quivered and she couldn’t help but thrust her fingers inside until the cum dripped onto her palm.
She fell asleep wanting more.
As her clock clicked to midnight she woke up to see him standing, once again, at the end of her bed. This time he had a friend. Seeing two men in capes at the end of her bed scared her. One she was prepared for but she couldn’t contain a new sense of dread as she saw the second man.
The Vampire from the previous night leapt forward as he flew through the air he pulled off his belt and in an instant had her restrained. The second Vampire walked slowly around the bed and sat by her side. He had shorter hair but equal with the other Vampire she could see the faces of every lover she ever wanted in his.
Each Vampire lifted a corner of the bed sheet and pulled it to the end of the bed, leaving her body naked, exposed and writhing in the cold night air. Her nipples became hard once again but she still had the fear. Both men leant into her neck but she shook her head to keep them away. The first Vampire held her hair tight as two sets of fangs pinched each side of her neck. She squealed as the teeth of the powerful men doubly penetrated her.
Her head rested on her shoulder as two icy tongues flickered down to her nipples. Each Vampire took a nipple between his lips and she could feel herself losing control. She looked down and saw both Vampires nibbling on her breasts and as they looked up at her, two sets of eyes caught her stare and she came.
The first Vampire began to kiss her stomach and started to stroke her inner right thigh. She had shaved her leg in trepidation but didn’t dare truly believe the Vampire would have his hands on them. His middle finger rubbed her vaginal lips and her eyes widened. The second Vampire was still sucking her nipple as the first pushed his finger deep inside her, she lunged forward so his finger would be pushed deeper but he retracted it.
Both men stood up and walked around to the end of the bed. The gazed upon her form, legs open, pussy dripping with cum. She hadn’t ever seen a Vampire dumbstruck by beauty but now she could see two. Their erections were obvious and as she began to mentally undress them, they undressed themselves. Simultaneously they unbuttoned their shirts to revel two firm torsos, not to muscular but firm enough that they would glide over her body. Then off came the trousers, tight boxer shorts revealed two penises that have never been harder. Their legs were shapely and she knew they could hold her down tight. The first Vampire walked around the bed and undid the belt so she could move her arms. She wanted to run but her whole body was pumping with the desire to be fucked as hard as they could manage.
The second Vampire grabbed how now free wrists and pulled her so she was laid across the bed. He pulled down his boxer shorts and she could see the glimmer of precum on the end of his cock. She opened her mouth prepared to take his whole shaft in one but he teased her and rubbed it on her lips so she could taste his desire. As he began to ease it into her mouth, the first Vampire brought the belt down on her bare arse. She moaned and the second put his cock deeper into her mouth, he was choking her but she wanted more. She put her hands around to grab his arse cheeks and pulled him in further. The belt came down again and she sucked harder. The belt kept coming hard and harder, she wanted more and kept sucking. With the last mightily crack of the belt on her arse, cum shot down her throat and she swallowed it all.
The thing she didn’t know about Vampire is that they don’t lose their erections. They cannot be satisfied until the woman they are with falls into a slumber and she wasn’t ready to stop now.
She looked up at the cock still hard in front of her and grabbed the shaft. The whipping had stopped and she felt two hands on her waist. The first Vampire was lifting her hips so he could position his cock to enter her pussy. Only a few fingers hand been inside her so far but she was so wet the cock slid in with ease. The first thrust was solid, hard and fucked her like she was nothing but a tight little hole. The second was tenderer and positioned to go in against her g-spot.
The cock disappeared from in front of her face and in its place was the face displaying all the ever wanted in a man. His lips touched hers, cum still running down her chin, his tongue was cold inside her mouth as they kissed but the passion warmed her up. She could feel the cock pounding in and out of her pussy. The was throbbing, pulsating and so tight every inch of his cock felt like it was going further and deeper with every thrust. She pulled away from the kiss and began to scream, she had never cum this hard before and her pussy was contracting until she was milking the cum out of him. As she came, she felt a hot spray of cum shot from the end of his cock inside her.
She turned over to lie on her back. She wanted to rest but there were two hard cocks waiting for her.
They picked her up, and stood her up on the bed. Her knees were weak but their strength kept her standing. They kept staring at her, each one choosing to focus their eyes on her heaving breasts. She felt vulnerable, naked in front of these men. Cum was running down her thigh but it only added to the feeling of being naughty that was quickly overwhelming the feeling on vulnerability.
She grabbed her own breasts, bring each nipple up to her lips so she could lick them. The first Vampire walked around her and sat on the bed, he put his hand to her pussy to take some of the cum that was running from it. Then he opened her arse cheeks so he could see her even tighter arsehole. He leaned forward and put his tongue to her hole, she squeezed her cheeks together as his tongue licked around the hole but relaxed all most instantly. She couldn’t see him but she could feel his tongue flicking away, then she felt it force its way through the tight hole and lick inside her tight hole. She was shocked but enjoyed it and as she was enjoying the tongue in her arse the second Vampire stood on the bed and started to kiss her neck.
He carried on kissing her neck but began to sink down, the first Vampire once again leant back his erection pointing straight up towards her arse. As she was pulled lower by his kisses she could feel the gigantic end of his cock pushing eagerly at her now wet arsehole. She closed her eyes and went further down, she could feel the cock go deeper into her arse and it craved to be filled. He began thrusting upwards and she took it, she took it and she loved it.
He pulled her hair backwards so his mouth was next to her head, “You love being fucked in the arse. You are so, so dirty.”
She kept her eyes on the second Vampire as he crawled towards her. His hard cock was pointing at her still aching pussy. She didn’t know what to think as she had one cock thrusting in her arse and another man about to put his cock in her pussy.
As he entered her, she could feel both cocks grinding against each other inside her. She could only look at the one in front but she could hear the other panting in her ear and it was driving her crazy knowing that both her holes were being enjoyed at once. The thrusting kept going and each cock was pounding hard into her, she could tell from the breathlessness of each man that they were close to coming and so was she. She was bouncing on two hard cocks and she could feel their balls stirring. She began to come and she bounced harder take each one deeper each time. She came but they hadn’t, “Fucking come in me. Finish yourself. I want your cum in me.”
When they came she could barely stand but needed to move, as she stood up both men started to lap at the holes that they had just cum in. They licked her cum and their own until it wasn’t dripping anymore. They started to stand and there hot sweaty bodies sandwiched her and she just wanted more. She was feeling wary though, she didn’t know how much more she could take.
She stepped off the bed and both men laid down next to each other, hard naked bodies waiting for her. Cocks aching to be in her, awaiting her presence. She knelt down at the end of the bed and crawled further up, she took the first cock in her mouth and used her hand on the other. She interchanged between mouth and hand because she wanted both cocks, then she decided to test the extremes of the supernatural.
She knelt between both men and fingered herself, she rubbed her clit and pushed her fingers inside her pussy. She laid down flat and carried on touching. The Vampires stood up and knelt next to her head, both cocks fighting to get into her mouth first, she grabbed both of them together and flicked each helmet with her tongue. Slowly she put her hands between each Vampires legs and toyed, with the fingers that were lubed with her own cum, around the arseholes of each man. With a firm thrust she put a finger up each arsehole and made a ‘come here’ motion. Both cocks lunged forward filling her open mouth and she licked them both, trying to suck where she could. As she kept moving her fingers, the first Vampire suddenly twitched his hips and a load of cum shot out onto her face, splattering over her lips and cheeks. In shock she turned away as the second Vampire twitched and came over her face. She pulled her fingers out slowly and let her arms flop on the bed.
As she closed her eyes she could feel heavy breath on her neck and then two sets of fangs pressing against her sweat and cum soaked skin. Her neck was pierced twice and she fell asleep.
She woke up the next morning, walked to the mirror and couldn’t see bite marks, but once again she began to touch herself…
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
First in the gang with a gun in his hand
In a world where today, Finland, was embroiled in a school shooting, people in England have the gaul to say that people will be put off visiting England for the 2012 Olympic Games because of the stabbings of youngsters in London.
They forget that the 2010 World Cup is being held in South Africa, a nation which is currently partaking in ethnic cleansing of immigrants, where their President, Mr Zuma has resigned because he just couldn't resist the face of corruption, so eleven others have resigned. South Africa is a country where 1 in 4 women's first sexual experience is rape. How can anyone look at this and consider England a threat because under 30 young people have been stabbed in the capital over the space of nearly a year?
Social deprivation isn't seen in England on the scale it is in Africa, Asia and South America. Europe and North America hold the unique position of lofting every bodies standards and expectations of life so high only to drop kick them to the floor. All but two of the stabbing victims in London have been revealed to have in sighted their own attack. Whether it be from the lad in Tufnell Park who was stabbed in retaliation to hospitalising someone the week before to the man who had his throat cut in Oxford Street who was on bail for gang raping the sister of the person who killed him.
London is safe and I will testify to that fact in front of anyone who dared to suggest otherwise. If you don't carry a knife/gun and don't mix in the circles who do then you are safe. The usual precautions should be taken as they should be in any big city but other than that, we as Londoners are blessed with a safe and happy nation.
The minority should really give up trying to spoil it for the majority.
They forget that the 2010 World Cup is being held in South Africa, a nation which is currently partaking in ethnic cleansing of immigrants, where their President, Mr Zuma has resigned because he just couldn't resist the face of corruption, so eleven others have resigned. South Africa is a country where 1 in 4 women's first sexual experience is rape. How can anyone look at this and consider England a threat because under 30 young people have been stabbed in the capital over the space of nearly a year?
Social deprivation isn't seen in England on the scale it is in Africa, Asia and South America. Europe and North America hold the unique position of lofting every bodies standards and expectations of life so high only to drop kick them to the floor. All but two of the stabbing victims in London have been revealed to have in sighted their own attack. Whether it be from the lad in Tufnell Park who was stabbed in retaliation to hospitalising someone the week before to the man who had his throat cut in Oxford Street who was on bail for gang raping the sister of the person who killed him.
London is safe and I will testify to that fact in front of anyone who dared to suggest otherwise. If you don't carry a knife/gun and don't mix in the circles who do then you are safe. The usual precautions should be taken as they should be in any big city but other than that, we as Londoners are blessed with a safe and happy nation.
The minority should really give up trying to spoil it for the majority.
I will, You do - The Sequal
I have it
You don't.
I will
You Do.
I bleed
You don't.
I'm strong
You are weak.
I want to save the world
You want to save yourself.
You don't.
I will
You Do.
I bleed
You don't.
I'm strong
You are weak.
I want to save the world
You want to save yourself.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
I will, You do
It drives me mad not being able to say the things I want
Not doing the things or want
Or seeing the people I want.
I know if you listened
Forgetting your stubborn self
Then at least I could be at peace.
Poison comes into both your ears and spills to your eyes
I know that reading this you'll think i've gone mad
But i've seen it all before. Manipulation to make me look bad.
I cry because 'I will'
I cry because 'You do'
And when you say we never will. It kills me.
People who have met me once, who you, yourself don't even enjoy seeing.
Because they are dull when they are together
Criticise me and you don't even defend anymore.
You've ceased to be a child
If you ever were at all
So be the independent woman you dream of being and make your own choices.
Not doing the things or want
Or seeing the people I want.
I know if you listened
Forgetting your stubborn self
Then at least I could be at peace.
Poison comes into both your ears and spills to your eyes
I know that reading this you'll think i've gone mad
But i've seen it all before. Manipulation to make me look bad.
I cry because 'I will'
I cry because 'You do'
And when you say we never will. It kills me.
People who have met me once, who you, yourself don't even enjoy seeing.
Because they are dull when they are together
Criticise me and you don't even defend anymore.
You've ceased to be a child
If you ever were at all
So be the independent woman you dream of being and make your own choices.
Vagina
He sedated her because he loved her.
He had never wanted to see her suffer, even when she sat him down while he was laid naked on his bed and told him that she didn’t want to be with him. He tried to make it okay for her, he told her that she could ask him back whenever she wanted and he would always be there. He expected her to, so much so he didn’t really take much notice of the fact that he had been dumped and he just carried on with his day and in the evening went with her to a concert.
Now, several months later he realised that he probably wouldn’t get her back. She hadn’t started seeing other people but he knew it was only a matter of time and he knew that he didn’t want to be around when she did. Unfortunately the obsessive compulsive side of him made him check her website everyday for updates on her life and he couldn’t cope with spending the rest of his life stalking her.
He knew he had wasted the time they together, he knew that given the opportunity again he could make it worthwhile for both parties. They would laugh, they would dance in the street next to buskers, they would live their lives like no one in the world existed because beyond her he didn’t feel that anyone else did exist.
He remembered their first date, their first kiss and the first time they made love. He remembered crying everyday when she went on holiday and he remembered all his misery being forgotten the moment he saw her. There was no scale on the spectrum of emotions he hadn’t felt while he was with her.
When she broke up with him, he didn’t hate her, he just wanted her to be happy. He didn’t want to believe that she would want to be happy without him though. He tried to explain everything, more than once. He wanted to know what she felt and what she wanted but she was always so vague. So he left as he couldn’t stand it no more. He went to war and then came back.
Now she was sedated he began to saw into her right thigh, she had amazing legs, the kind of legs that fit perfectly around your waste. He stopped to day dream about how perfectly they had fitted together, he arm on her shoulder and he face snuggled in his armpit. He didn’t want to mutilate her but he didn’t ever want to be without her. He couldn’t just kill her so she would never love another as he would then be without her but he couldn’t bare to let her live and then see her with someone else. He had decided to kill her but keep something for himself.
Her hip bone cracked on the right so he started on the left, soon he was ripping across the top of her pubic bone and removing her bloodied vagina. He knew she would die from blood loss soon, so he lay next to her and held her while she was still warm. His tears were absorbed by the pillow and he held on so tightly. He would have been scared of suffocating her but he knew she was dying.
She now lay cold next to him so he carried her vagina to the sink and began to wash the blood off it. It was slightly discoloured, all most grey as the blood had drained from the most perfect mound of flesh. He wanted to fuck it, he wanted one last fuck with her but he didn’t want to rape her while she was alive. He wanted any sex to be consensual and pure. They had always had an amazing sexual connection and though towards the end of his relationship he depression left him having difficulties with arousal, he always knew she was the best lover he would ever know.
Now he held her vagina it seemed wrong. The plan seemed wrong, he couldn’t turn around to look at the bed where she lay. He knew she wouldn’t get up and complain but he couldn’t look. This was how every child in the world felt when Bambi’s mother was killed, nothing would ever be the same, the death of that deer saw the end of a million innocence’s across the planet. He began to vomit in the sink but managed to place to vagina on the draining board before he did so. He retched and fell to his knee’s knowing that he was an utter bastard. Why did he not take his own life so he didn’t have to live without her? He knew that she didn’t love him anymore, he knew she wouldn’t get back with him so why didn’t he do the easy thing and kill himself? He knew people would miss him but he knew she would be over it relatively quickly compared to the pain he felt just knowing she existed.
Yet now whatever he did the people who would remember him, wouldn’t remember a misunderstood, maybe depressed lad. They would remember somebody who slaughtered what they loved for their own narcissistic need to be the last person they ever loved. Shit.
He closed his eyes and walked across to the bed to place her vagina back between her legs. He closed them so that you wouldn’t notice at first glance and then pulled the linen sheets over her body to protect her dignity. The blood was obvious but at least this way she wouldn’t be found naked.
He had always been scared of cutting himself thus had arms free from scars. He did know that if he didn’t do something drastic then he couldn’t get out of this mess. He raised the knife that was still stained with her blood and brought it down on his wrist. His hand came clean off, no screams or tears, in fact a feeling or euphoria flowed through him. He took his hand in, well, his hand and walked to the bed.
He kissed her forehead, put his arm around her and went to sleep.
He had never wanted to see her suffer, even when she sat him down while he was laid naked on his bed and told him that she didn’t want to be with him. He tried to make it okay for her, he told her that she could ask him back whenever she wanted and he would always be there. He expected her to, so much so he didn’t really take much notice of the fact that he had been dumped and he just carried on with his day and in the evening went with her to a concert.
Now, several months later he realised that he probably wouldn’t get her back. She hadn’t started seeing other people but he knew it was only a matter of time and he knew that he didn’t want to be around when she did. Unfortunately the obsessive compulsive side of him made him check her website everyday for updates on her life and he couldn’t cope with spending the rest of his life stalking her.
He knew he had wasted the time they together, he knew that given the opportunity again he could make it worthwhile for both parties. They would laugh, they would dance in the street next to buskers, they would live their lives like no one in the world existed because beyond her he didn’t feel that anyone else did exist.
He remembered their first date, their first kiss and the first time they made love. He remembered crying everyday when she went on holiday and he remembered all his misery being forgotten the moment he saw her. There was no scale on the spectrum of emotions he hadn’t felt while he was with her.
When she broke up with him, he didn’t hate her, he just wanted her to be happy. He didn’t want to believe that she would want to be happy without him though. He tried to explain everything, more than once. He wanted to know what she felt and what she wanted but she was always so vague. So he left as he couldn’t stand it no more. He went to war and then came back.
Now she was sedated he began to saw into her right thigh, she had amazing legs, the kind of legs that fit perfectly around your waste. He stopped to day dream about how perfectly they had fitted together, he arm on her shoulder and he face snuggled in his armpit. He didn’t want to mutilate her but he didn’t ever want to be without her. He couldn’t just kill her so she would never love another as he would then be without her but he couldn’t bare to let her live and then see her with someone else. He had decided to kill her but keep something for himself.
Her hip bone cracked on the right so he started on the left, soon he was ripping across the top of her pubic bone and removing her bloodied vagina. He knew she would die from blood loss soon, so he lay next to her and held her while she was still warm. His tears were absorbed by the pillow and he held on so tightly. He would have been scared of suffocating her but he knew she was dying.
She now lay cold next to him so he carried her vagina to the sink and began to wash the blood off it. It was slightly discoloured, all most grey as the blood had drained from the most perfect mound of flesh. He wanted to fuck it, he wanted one last fuck with her but he didn’t want to rape her while she was alive. He wanted any sex to be consensual and pure. They had always had an amazing sexual connection and though towards the end of his relationship he depression left him having difficulties with arousal, he always knew she was the best lover he would ever know.
Now he held her vagina it seemed wrong. The plan seemed wrong, he couldn’t turn around to look at the bed where she lay. He knew she wouldn’t get up and complain but he couldn’t look. This was how every child in the world felt when Bambi’s mother was killed, nothing would ever be the same, the death of that deer saw the end of a million innocence’s across the planet. He began to vomit in the sink but managed to place to vagina on the draining board before he did so. He retched and fell to his knee’s knowing that he was an utter bastard. Why did he not take his own life so he didn’t have to live without her? He knew that she didn’t love him anymore, he knew she wouldn’t get back with him so why didn’t he do the easy thing and kill himself? He knew people would miss him but he knew she would be over it relatively quickly compared to the pain he felt just knowing she existed.
Yet now whatever he did the people who would remember him, wouldn’t remember a misunderstood, maybe depressed lad. They would remember somebody who slaughtered what they loved for their own narcissistic need to be the last person they ever loved. Shit.
He closed his eyes and walked across to the bed to place her vagina back between her legs. He closed them so that you wouldn’t notice at first glance and then pulled the linen sheets over her body to protect her dignity. The blood was obvious but at least this way she wouldn’t be found naked.
He had always been scared of cutting himself thus had arms free from scars. He did know that if he didn’t do something drastic then he couldn’t get out of this mess. He raised the knife that was still stained with her blood and brought it down on his wrist. His hand came clean off, no screams or tears, in fact a feeling or euphoria flowed through him. He took his hand in, well, his hand and walked to the bed.
He kissed her forehead, put his arm around her and went to sleep.
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