Suck Mommy’s Piss Flaps: An Erotic Killer Story… Or Something (What The F Did I Just Read Collection)

by Layla Moon

Seeing grown ass men squirming like a little bitch because they think I worship the devil makes my clit fucking pulsate.

Side note: people don’t smell like roast chicken when they’re burning.

Because it's then and only then that a woman can walk free.

They’re all the same—perfectly capable of hearing—and yet they can’t hear the word “no”. They can’t just let a woman breathe without needing to be in her space, or hurting her, or forcing her to like them. They need to control. And when women speak up about it, nothing is done. No one hears our cries. We’re called crazy or emotional. Told it’s our fault, or it didn’t happen. Or it was because of what we were wearing. This world wasn’t designed for women. It’s written and constructed around men. Men who think they own everything and everyone. That is, until I pull the Uno Reverse card on them. And no, I don’t hate men. I just hate the wrong men. I just wish they would just let women fucking breathe. I wish they would just let women fucking live.