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I'll be waiting...

"Fight. You hear me? Fight.”

“You want to fuck, or fight, Lucy? Because I’m down for either at the moment.”

“What if I want both?”

I wanted to rip her open with every harsh thrust of my dick. Throttling her neck, I upped the pace, teeth clenched with the brutal pounding of my thighs against hers.

“Try me,” I deadpanned, clenching my teeth. “You want to tie me up? Fuck me 'til I stop breathing? Slap me? Cut me?”

“Was hot tits supposed to be a compliment?”

“Oh, right. You’re one of those uptight chicks. I gotta be all, your exceptional breasts are the fairest in all the land, Lady Sparrow.”

Nothing like doing squats all night, hovering over men’s bulging crotches, in six-inch stilettos.

Most users on the site went by anonymous names— the smart ones, anyway. Dax was Fugazi, and my screenname was Warhawk.

--- OMG my secret identity has been stolen hahaha! This is cool. I feel like he's my twin or something lol!

I had, what therapists might call, an unhealthy obsession with death. Not necrophilia, or any of that weird shit, just death itself. The slow and gradual disappearance of life, much like the buildings I photographed, much like my family , much like my career.

--- Me too! :D

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⚜ ♆ ⚜ . . . (F)BR With Loyda . . . ⚜ ♆ ⚜

I hope this one is dark, gritty and preferably hurtful lol!

I'll be the the blonde on the left with the ethereal wings. Don't think it's badass? Well, that wings is laced with poison. I flick it, you inhale it and die. It's like Tinkerbell deadly fairy dust hahah!