No, For An Answer

by C.J. Riggs

These girls aren’t like they used to be. The more dark romance that’s getting flooded into the media is causing them to become fucking insane. It’s a fucking pandemic.

“Let me see those beautiful blue eyes, love.” Another kiss. “Open your eyes baby.”

Fuck ME that’s a big fucker! His very thick, very big cock. Are all British men this big?

Last week I fucked myself vigorously with the eight-inch dildo I have under my bed. Fucked myself raw and it still wasn’t enough.

“I’ve been trying my fucking hardest to stop jumping over my desk every fucking lesson and fucking you raw in front of the other students.”

“Jesus.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Christ.” He growls

I’m holding onto the knife that’s still lodged into her sternum. Her head now limp, and her chest is covered in knife marks, blood pouring from each wound.

“So beautiful. Covered in someone else’s blood,” he breathes in my ear,

The way she so elegantly stabbed that brunette girl to death gave me the biggest and most painful hard on of my life, and I knew then that fucking her would end the night perfectly.

“I’m going to fuck your ass till you bleed all over me, Ashley, and only when you’re screaming will I let you come!”

“You’re definitely the most fun girl I’ll ever have the pleasure of killing, that’s for sure.”