Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Familiarity
I love it when someone is so familiar they can eat the food off your plate without having to ask.
day
Everyday he picks her up on his bike and sends her to work. Before they arrive they stop at a quiet place and he fucks her, bent over the bike. Then she goes to work.
Where does he pick her up from?
Her boyfriend's place.
Where does he pick her up from?
Her boyfriend's place.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
is it better in three parts
He covers his face with his hand while masturbating because he is ashamed of what he is getting off on.
[cont'd Pt II]
How do you know?
I am his sister. I see it all. I know everything.
[cont'd Pt III]
So what is he thinking about?
Me.
[cont'd Pt II]
How do you know?
I am his sister. I see it all. I know everything.
[cont'd Pt III]
So what is he thinking about?
Me.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Choose your own misadventure redux
Him: if i can't have you, no one else will, i swear.
Her: fuck you. I will fuck every pimply schoolboy, every slimy club playboy, every sweaty truck driver who makes a pass at me, just to spite you. I will suck them dry, let them have every inch of me. See what you think of that.
Him: you wouldn't dare (he is already crying).
Her: [fill in the blanks]
A. You would't dare kill me.
B. I will let them have me in ways you never did.
C. My body. . . is a weapon. You might as well die by it.
D. _________________________
Her: fuck you. I will fuck every pimply schoolboy, every slimy club playboy, every sweaty truck driver who makes a pass at me, just to spite you. I will suck them dry, let them have every inch of me. See what you think of that.
Him: you wouldn't dare (he is already crying).
Her: [fill in the blanks]
A. You would't dare kill me.
B. I will let them have me in ways you never did.
C. My body. . . is a weapon. You might as well die by it.
D. _________________________
Sunday, October 23, 2011
a story in the space of a status update VIII
i swallowed your sperm and you ignored my calls; now you call and want me to say how are you?
Sunday, June 19, 2011
a story in the space of a status update VII
the tabloids said he could have any girl he wanted, but in the space between each note he plucked on his guitar echoed the pain of knowing he could never have her.
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