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by
Jen Stevens
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January 2 - January 7, 2025
For the girls who would bang a serial killer because he’s “misunderstood”
You still have your parents, I imagine myself screaming. You still get to be annoyed with them and argue with them and hug them. I have nothing.
“I’m man enough to admit I was bothered watching you suffer through his blind assault on your body,”
“Believe me, Little Nightmare, if it were my tongue buried inside of you, there wouldn’t be a single thing that could distract you. God himself could appear above your head, and you’d have no idea.”
I’ll take what I want and leave nothing but scraps behind,
“Let me make you come the way you wanted me to that night.”
“Such a beautiful little liar,”
“Don’t start getting shy on me now, Little Nightmare. I need you at your worst.”
“I want you to know what it feels like when a real man eats your pussy, so you never accept anything less again.”
“Are you already going to come for me, Little Nightmare?”
“I have this fear that once I get a taste of you, the craving will never subside. You’re an addiction I can’t seem to kick. But you’re going to make torturing you so delicious.”
“It means I’m incapable of going back to the way things were before. I had a taste, and I’m addicted.”
“You’re mine to play with,”
“Does it turn you on to have me inside you while your peers sit right there?”
“They could look up at any time and see their professor with his little play thing,”
yet the first time a strapping little redhead struts into my life with a fake name, I fold like a cheap suit.
I can’t stop thinking about different ways to bend her over and dominate her.
We are yin and yang. Push and pull. Black and white. We are balance.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I growl into her ear.
“See how fucking beautiful you are when you come all over me.”
She’ll hate me in the end, but it will be what’s best. It’ll be what we all deserve.
