Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

My pants grow heavier, desperate.

I did think this meant she was shitting her pants. Oops.

Beck sits up and ties his unruly shoulder-length hair into a top-knot. “I think I have a potato sack around here I can cut some holes in.”

It’s surprising how comfortable the two of us have become in just a few hours. To think, just last night, I was contemplating my escape. Now I’m giggling and rustling around in the covers with him. I guess that’s what good dick can do to you.

It is surprising. Yes.

She’s still gorgeous, even in her potato sack dress that she laughed at for fifteen minutes, tears falling down her cheeks and crouched over.

That’s a really long time to full body laugh for.

Clothing Shoppe,

Is that really the best you can do?

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

His horse body is still seated, but his human torso is pressed against me. His hands start to wander, one reaching for my breast while the other travels under my dress. There’s a small moment of release of pressure from his mouth, and I turn my head to the side and scream as loud as I can. Donny’s hand darts to my mouth, and his other reaches for his giant penis, stretching from his horse half.

Not just because I don’t actually form pictures in my head but I can’t imagine what this is meant to look like

Although I don’t mind seeing the guy dead, I feel like it might have some consequences we wouldn’t want to deal with.

This time he whips around, blood covering his entire front side. His eyes are dark and crazed.

It’s just like the movie!

I kiss his lips, tasting the blood of another man, a man that tried to defile me, and electricity runs through my veins.

You’d think watching Beck beat another man and then fucking me next to his unconscious body, covered in his blood, would be the part that rattled me, but it’s not.

You might think that, yes.

Sure the passion and feelings between us are eclectic,

I’ve missed my morning trips to the bodega to get a breakfast sandwich,

In LA?