Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

See, I like the sight and smell of blood—the life force within the veins of all things living—but I really love to taste it.

Okay this had me like “wtf” in my head

I’ll lap up the remnants of whatever harm came to her this evening, healing her with my unconventional tongue. One that craves blood. Hers.

At this point it was almost romantic. Almost.

People are shit. Hidden evils lurking beneath forced pleasantries.

I like the way this read to me. Almost a feel of poetry

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

This made me LOL

I lean over her. “Shh, go back to sleep,” I whisper. “I need to fuck you.”

Her gray eyes bore into mine as she rubs the heart against my dick. She pulls it away and, using the knife, cuts through the top of the organ before sliding it over my length. Her hand moves back and forth, fucking me with the human heart.

He fucked a human heart for her, well more that she jerked him off with one. Not sure how that sits 😂

“Do you like that dead man’s cock in your ass?”

The logistics of this have me thinking 🤨