Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

I brush my thumb through the red smear, then I bring the painted skin toward my mouth. It tastes how it smells. Chemical-infused death.

Wait… he what??

Then I’d asked to lick hers, and she beat my ass for it.

A bit of an overreaction, but definitely worthy of conversation lol

my mother’s words still taunt me whenever I try to talk to any woman. Freak. Loser. Weirdo. She did quite the number on my self-esteem

Fuuuuck her!!!

But it doesn’t mean I don’t deserve someone who can appreciate me in all my weird, fucked-up glory.

Truth!

would never kill an animal intentionally. But I’ve had fantasies about killing people plenty.

Oh … ok! Lol

“I wanted to lick you clean that night, bones. Make you forget it all happened.”

Fuck!

This dude literally thinks he can lick away anything and make it all better.

👀👀 I bet he can lol

She’s insane, but she’s my kind of insane.

It’s a beautiful love story.

He laughs and thrusts a thumb my way. “I’ve gotten drunk like that myself a time or two.” When? You just left your mother’s vagina last week.

LMFAO!!