Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

Some would say that Donny is my only friend because he’s the only one I mildly converse with, but they would be wrong. I have no friends. Donny annoys the fuck out of me.

Lmfao

Ogres can make French Toast?

I’m not going to let him just fatten me up with orgasmic French Toast and be his little pet.

Dear reader, I fear this would work for me.

I’ve faked orgasms for the last two years; I’m pretty much a pro at it.

Honey you deserve more than this.

The question surprises me, but then I realize I just fucked myself to a guy whose name I don’t even know.

Lolololol

I can’t say I actually miss him right now, but I sure as hell miss his toilet.

Lmfao

He could break my neck without even exerting much energy, and for some odd reason, that turns me on. God, do I need a therapist.

He’s still threatening in his sleep—his fangs touching his cheeks, his jawline so sharp they could cut a diamond—but he’s still objectively handsome.

Hot

I might as well get myself off before I try to escape. It’ll help me stay focused.

Relatable

“Can I help?”

Screeching!

Even in this fear, I feel a wanting.

“If you really want to escape, why are you so wet right now?”

You taste like mine.”

If my husband doesnt say this to me, its divorce

I reach down and hold on to his biceps

Hell yeah brother

“Please don’t run away from me again. I can’t protect you if you leave,” I say as I work my hands up her body.

Whatever you say, onion daddy

“I thought I would be awoken from hearing your footsteps snapping twigs through the forest again.” “Well, I thought I would wait until tomorrow to run away.”

They cute

Now it feels like if I don’t have some part of Beck’s body inside of me every few hours, I will die.

Hopefully, a leech won’t crawl into my vagina.

Dead

“I tried. Maybe we’ll just leave the cooking up to you.” I sit up and get to my knees. I crawl toward him and work on unfastening the buttons of his pants. “I can find other ways to repay you.”

Girl same

I’m making waffles.”

Dead