Call Me Freak

by J.A. Roles

Everyone has trauma therapy can’t fix. And that’s okay. You’re okay. We’ll get through this life together.

She was my release. My escape from reality. My escape from the fucked up life I lived. And the beauty of it all was that she never stopped me. She never said no. She never truly resisted because I was her escape, too.

I’m craving pussy right now. Scared pussy. Pussy that doesn’t know it wants me until I stretch it and devour it. Take it. Own it. Claim it. I need to find Natalia. I need my Little Sparrow.

I needed to be with her. To be with Natalia Petrova, my Little Sparrow.

Fuck that, I’ll take what belongs to me. There’s no such thing as invading her privacy and crossing boundaries when she’s always been destined to belong to me. I couldn’t stop then, and I wouldn’t stop now.

A used tampon catches my eye. One of my favorite items of yours—always. I hold it to my nostrils and inhale it. Your scent hasn’t changed. I wonder if you still taste the same? I lick the still wet blood up and down, tasting your blood mixed with your pussy’s natural wetness. Fucking delicious. You must have discarded these items before you went to bed.