“What don’t you like about me?” she asked, her voice small and her eyes big.
“Your height. Your weight. Your piercings. Your tattoos.” He sighed. “You know, everything nature gave you, and everything you chose for yourself.”
“D-do you—” she whispered as her heart collapsed under its own gravity.… Read the rest “Better Left”
[CONTENT NOTE: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.]
She opened her eyes, and it began.
“Good morning, sweetheart! Eight hours exactly!”
She was already crying, but no one seemed to notice.
“I’ve made you a light, healthy breakfast, and I’ve warmed the shower for you.”… Read the rest “4H”
Kinda just wanna be slapped and called a good girl while you shove your fingers down my throat 🥺
“Good girl. Now say ‘thank you’.”
“Glghan-kkk! Yewgh!”
“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?”
“Ngh! Nugh-nugh!”
“I could swear I heard ‘fuck you’.”… Read the rest “For The Throat”
me: Ah, the travails a girl must endure for her daintiness.
girl: Aww. Dainty is a cute word. Like a daisy.
me: Yes, exactly, a daisy. A sweet little flower in a meadow; slender, vibrant, blooming. Then ripped from her roots by a hand that casts a shadow across the whole of earth, a hand that fondles and spins her before stuffing her in a dark place.… Read the rest “Daisy”
You’ve been in my lap, fucking me, for the last hour. You’re full of my cum and soaked in our sweat. I shove you off my lap, and you hit the floor with a grunt. You’d thought it was over.
I grab a fistful of hair and drag you to the bathroom, the skin of your ass burning and squeaking across the wood floor.… Read the rest “Bath Time”
You told me the secret. I could see it in your eyes. That instant of regret, right before you thought to hide it… I couldn’t miss it. Your expression screamed at the words as they filled the space between us. You weren’t sure you’d ever speak it, but you’ve surely spoken it now, and I have clearly heard.… Read the rest “The Spill”
He wants to leave. You can feel it. That’s why you’re here, living this moment, feeling your body slipping away from you. This is the price.
Daddy left you when you were eight, and never even said goodbye. Truth is, even before he left, he hardly said anything at all; when he was around, it was usually to hound Mommy for sex she refused to supply in exchange for money he didn’t have.… Read the rest “Patterns”
“You know what I want to do this evening, baby?”
“Always!”
“I want to take you out somewhere for dinner.”
“Yay!”
“And when we get up to leave, I want you to tilt your head back, open your mouth, and wait for me to spit in it.”… Read the rest “i really want you to spit on me and i don’t know why.”
Yessir, it’s a good thing you called when you did. After my inspection, I’m sorry to confirm that you do indeed have a chick problem. No one likes to hear it, I know; the cleanup from any infemmestation is damned difficult, but let me put your mind at ease, my sister’s kid Skeeter and I’re perfessionals.… Read the rest “Cleaning House”
I’ve put up with a lot. The drinking, the drugs… the men. You’re an addict, and I try not to expect too much from you. Your weakness defines you, and I knew that going in. It’s no one’s fault but my own that I set out on a quest to fix you, so I’ve never blamed you, no matter how much you’ve deserved it.… Read the rest “Growing Apart”
