4 years ago
![03/25/22
you couldn't stop thinking about him and not being able to stop thinking about a man made you feel out of control and powerless, which you couldn't deal with. so you wouldn't.
his lungs, two moldering casks filled with thick red wine, bobbing against each other gently inside him like boats moored along a misty dock. you imagine sucking the wine out through his parted lips and delicate nose, his face turning cool and blue, the deep red liquid running down your chin in bloody rivulets while he begs for more. you've already pulled the tiny silver ring down into your throat, savoring it's metallic tang. maybe he has his entire fist inside you, but if anything, he's the puppet here, so with a grunt, you squeeze hard once and listen for the muffled cracking of his fingers, his wrist crushing to wet chalk. he coos like a baby in a safe warm bath and you feel like a feral animal, naked and growling, hair everywhere, and a dark, loamy scent wafting up from your blood slick cunt as you wrap your heavy dimpled thighs around his waist. you close them around him, slow and methodical, like a snake. his eyes begin to dull, begin to lose focus. good. you dig your claws into his round hairy belly and lie about how gentle you'll be, that you have been, that you are being. the gutteral sound of your laughter, which spits out like ocean spray, underlines the crunching sound as you bite through the knuckle bones of his toes and suck the soft skin from them easily. you climb his body upward and his lips burst like orange slices, one after the other, as you tear them from his skull with your teeth and let the juicy hot blood bathe you. this is exactly what you needed. you sit back, cradling your tremendous belly, sated and wine drunk, licking the last of him from the tips of your fingers, and nothing passes through your mind. not guilt, not love, not blood, just finally nothing. you drag yourself back and the wet heavy plop of his mangled hand being expelled from you and thudding onto the wood is surprising. his body slumps just out of view like a grotesque suit half full of wet meat, but it doesn't matter. [Cont'd in comments]](https://scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/617994874_18011017196818274_2391837036013746832_n.webp?stp=dst-webp_p720x720&_nc_cat=107&ig_cache_key=MzAwMDAwODYyNDMxMTQzNTIxMQ%3D%3D.3-ccb7-5&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=58cdad&efg=eyJ2ZW5jb2RlX3RhZyI6IkZFRUQueHBpZHMuMTA4MC5zZHIucmVndWxhcl9waG90by5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=Kv820xIiDM8Q7kNvwHRYI1O&_nc_oc=Adopv8zwLGfhAj5mw96vUAffnY17x9jNeZUmUhUyNLy1oNZZNfaDzxJUVdJ7YsnRLBE7JnHL1lHPg-OJx5WCIQfn&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com&_nc_gid=ShuRVX6sPjpALxi9lxmzhg&_nc_ss=70580&oh=00_AQRpCt8xfixZvV909dzeoV0sjv16HlYLYCJq64mxQ5_XzA&oe=6AF21083)
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Posted On: December 24th 2022, 02:28 am
03/25/22
you couldn't stop thinking about him and not being able to stop thinking about a man made you feel out of control and powerless, which you couldn't deal with. so you wouldn't.
his lungs, two moldering casks filled with thick red wine, bobbing against each other gently inside him like boats moored along a misty dock. you imagine sucking the wine out through his parted lips and delicate nose, his face turning cool and blue, the deep red liquid running down your chin in bloody rivulets while he begs for more. you've already pulled the tiny silver ring down into your throat, savoring it's metallic tang. maybe he has his entire fist inside you, but if anything, he's the puppet here, so with a grunt, you squeeze hard once and listen for the muffled cracking of his fingers, his wrist crushing to wet chalk. he coos like a baby in a safe warm bath and you feel like a feral animal, naked and growling, hair everywhere, and a dark, loamy scent wafting up from your blood slick cunt as you wrap your heavy dimpled thighs around his waist. you close them around him, slow and methodical, like a snake. his eyes begin to dull, begin to lose focus. good. you dig your claws into his round hairy belly and lie about how gentle you'll be, that you have been, that you are being. the gutteral sound of your laughter, which spits out like ocean spray, underlines the crunching sound as you bite through the knuckle bones of his toes and suck the soft skin from them easily. you climb his body upward and his lips burst like orange slices, one after the other, as you tear them from his skull with your teeth and let the juicy hot blood bathe you. this is exactly what you needed. you sit back, cradling your tremendous belly, sated and wine drunk, licking the last of him from the tips of your fingers, and nothing passes through your mind. not guilt, not love, not blood, just finally nothing. you drag yourself back and the wet heavy plop of his mangled hand being expelled from you and thudding onto the wood is surprising. his body slumps just out of view like a grotesque suit half full of wet meat, but it doesn't matter. [Cont'd in comments]
you couldn't stop thinking about him and not being able to stop thinking about a man made you feel out of control and powerless, which you couldn't deal with. so you wouldn't.
his lungs, two moldering casks filled with thick red wine, bobbing against each other gently inside him like boats moored along a misty dock. you imagine sucking the wine out through his parted lips and delicate nose, his face turning cool and blue, the deep red liquid running down your chin in bloody rivulets while he begs for more. you've already pulled the tiny silver ring down into your throat, savoring it's metallic tang. maybe he has his entire fist inside you, but if anything, he's the puppet here, so with a grunt, you squeeze hard once and listen for the muffled cracking of his fingers, his wrist crushing to wet chalk. he coos like a baby in a safe warm bath and you feel like a feral animal, naked and growling, hair everywhere, and a dark, loamy scent wafting up from your blood slick cunt as you wrap your heavy dimpled thighs around his waist. you close them around him, slow and methodical, like a snake. his eyes begin to dull, begin to lose focus. good. you dig your claws into his round hairy belly and lie about how gentle you'll be, that you have been, that you are being. the gutteral sound of your laughter, which spits out like ocean spray, underlines the crunching sound as you bite through the knuckle bones of his toes and suck the soft skin from them easily. you climb his body upward and his lips burst like orange slices, one after the other, as you tear them from his skull with your teeth and let the juicy hot blood bathe you. this is exactly what you needed. you sit back, cradling your tremendous belly, sated and wine drunk, licking the last of him from the tips of your fingers, and nothing passes through your mind. not guilt, not love, not blood, just finally nothing. you drag yourself back and the wet heavy plop of his mangled hand being expelled from you and thudding onto the wood is surprising. his body slumps just out of view like a grotesque suit half full of wet meat, but it doesn't matter. [Cont'd in comments]
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4 years agothefire_nexttime
you'll be gone way before morning, the thick trail of blood and mucus smeared across the slatted wood and disappearing into the water will serve as a warning as always, but the next man won't heed it because they never do. Note: you wrote this nine months ago and cannot, for the life of you, remember who you were thinking about. which, you think, makes a pretty poignant statement that, honestly - half a glass of champagne in - you're not smart enough to articulate right now.
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