She sucked him off. Even after he came. because she wanted to.
reapplied her lipstick before work, straightened her skirt.
Her lips are red and almost lucsious. She's dying to be touched.
by a woman.
She lets her hips swing and all she can think is of the time when one them said "you just seem really tall." and she was flattered.
She knows she should change it, gets lazy. lets the blood soak in.
She's worn high heels every day this week, loves the way they make her legs look.
She's singing and happy and almost ashamed.
She's thinking of one of her firsts. how she wants to live life closer. have him see her. once in a lifetime chance. Wants him to fall in love all over again. Wants to prove to herself that true love couldn't possibly exist. but lets stop being stupid, she knows it's not him. he's just another open book she regrets never finishing (regrets never fucking).
let's not lie. She's horny.
SHe wants to be abused.
She wants to have scratch lines on her back, bite marks on her shoulder. bruises on her thighs.
She wants to be fucked. fucked. fucked.
And she almost wants to cry all the while.
well now, isn't that fucked.
She feels hard. jagged. rough. tough.
wants her best to see and say "god, you're sexy."
She wants to rip off her clothes and be a sort of tigress.
SHe wants to be carniverous.
She wants to scream.
scream
scream
scream
loudly.
with passion.
over and over
again
until her throat is raw and bleeding.
until her eyes run black with tears.
until she has this thing
this thing inside of her
this awful thing there, inside her
gone.
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