Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

I gave her a dead frog I found in a puddle before I got on the bus. I’d kept it in my pocket because I wanted to look at it later when I had time, and I figured she’d be just as intrigued as I was. She was not.

😂😂

What the fuck happened to this girl? And why isn’t she more upset about it? She’s fucking weird. And now this weirdo is in my car.

not the person to be judging who's weird or not lmao

It’s a stupid move, but I couldn’t let her leave without tasting her. Her scent has been titillating me for the last fifteen minutes. She exhales as I lick my finger and rub it along a streak of leftover blood on her cheek.

With the taste of her blood in my mouth, I couldn’t drive home. Not yet. Her life force swirls around inside my mind and makes me horny as fuck. Can’t say blood has ever made my dick this hard before.

😶😶

I gotta go before she thinks I’m too creepy. I mean, I am being creepy, but I don’t want her to think so. I can’t say I’ve ever felt such an intense desire to spill my load at the thought of some girl.

Gross. I would rather suck on a meth pipe pulled directly from someone’s dirty asshole than have a child.

I feel ya girl lmao!!!

It looks like they pulled an inflatable tube man from a car lot and handed him a paintbrush. Actually, that might have given them better results than this travesty.

😂😂😂

Speaking of death, if someone doesn’t taxidermy the fuck out of me when I die, I’ll stay and haunt them for all of eternity.

She’s got a dresser covered in dead shit, but that isn’t what’s weirding me out. It’s the flirty sparkle in her eye.

This dude must really like painting. Intimately. Like, he has a fetish for it or something. Then his cock hardens behind my back, confirming my suspicions. Fucking. Weirdo.

“If you fuck with my shit again, you’ll suck your blood off my fingers instead of this paint.”

“Good girl, bones.

They’re all obnoxious, but no. I don’t want to kill innocents. I want to kill people who deserve it. People who would hurt her. People who would dare to touch my bones.

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.

I’m unhinged as fuck, and yet she’s disturbing me. That’s a feat.

“Thanks for everything,” she says as she gathers her things. “That was a really nice first date.”

uhm... that was a date to her?!?!?!