Bittersweet Chocolate

by C.M. Guidroz

The allure of Booktok seemed irresistible, and I couldn't help but smile at the prospect of discovering new stories while Jake napped.

Literally could be buried with my TBR it’s so long, all because of booktok.

Maybe this is another cry for help disguised as a hobby. I just can’t remember the times before when I wasn’t just a stay-at-home mom. Don’t get me wrong I love my son, and I love being a mother. I would love it even more if I didn’t feel so alone while doing it.

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The room was clean and bright, with not a single drop of blood in sight. My fingertips graze my lips and as I move off of the wall I am aware of two things. The fact that I am losing my mind but more importantly, I’m aware of my arousal coating my thighs.

Hmmm

He could write a book of promises and sweet words and I would rip out every page and wipe my ass with each one.

I feel her rage.

A small trade being made unknowingly to him, a few toy cars to replace the fact that I’ll be murdering his father.

Who doesn’t love toy cars, what a great reward for being fatherless.

Turning my attention to the heart-shaped boxes I placed on the counter, One box remained untouched, a testament to the illusions of a conventional life, while the other’s contents met its demise in the trash. Placing the empty heart-shaped box on the counter I walked to the bathroom. I retrieved the hidden plastic bag containing the ingredients for my impending act of revenge. It was a strange liberation, a journey into the heart of my own madness, and I had never felt more alive.

Not the chocolate! Ahhhhhhhhhh!

I may be crazy but shit is still shit.

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Many women endure their pain in silence, conditioned to bear disrespect with stoic grace.

In between those photos they usually feel unappreciated and forced to play a role in a movie they thought was a romance; turns out it's some sick domestic thriller.

“Well, seeing as how I’ve taken your shit for so long I thought it only fitting you have some of mine, baby.”

This is sick, truly the worst thing you could do to someone. He deserves it though. 💀💀💀💀

“Wrong. Now I think I’ll make my own flowers.” Bringing the razor's edge to his dick I place the blade in the tiny hole at the tip of his dick before I slice slowly, deeply up the shaft.

I just can’t get the petals to fold right. It's giving weeping willow instead of pink lily. Not even camera worthy.”

Creative! 😈

They will she lost it, but I found it. My sweet Insanity.