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Gurlugon -> IBrain stains on the hall walls. (2/6/2011 12:35:33 AM)
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Don't look at me.
Suck on my tongue.
I can feel your pussy pulsating.
That feels good.
Harder.
I don't care if it hurts.
If you look at me again I'll fucking hit you.
Spit in your mouth. You like that?
Spit in your fucking mouth.
Cum on my cock you slut.
All over my cock. I want you to cum.
Let me fucking choke you.
Pull your hair.
That's it cum on my cock.
I told you not to fucking look at me.
Next time it will be your face.
You're fucking useless.
Get on your knees and lick my ass.
You suck at this get on the bed.
I'll choke you.
Slap the shit out of you.
Spit on your fucking face. DON'T LOOK AT ME.
Insatiable appetite. No end in sight.
Days I drift; no end in sight.
Many times I've watched these things, ashamed.
I learned these things, ashamed
I do these things, ashamed.
My hunger for the pain of another.
Legal, consensual rape.
Harming another? Harming another.
I'm fucking ashamed. No fucking joy.
Brief sensation followed by immense sadness.
No god damn joy.
I try to hold back. Ask what she's feeling.
She says she likes it. But no sign of joy.
I lose sight of the climax, lose all that I'm feeling.
It feels so empty, no god damn joy.
ALONE.
I'M SO FUCKING ALONE.
NO FUCKING SILENCE.
NO GOD DAMN RIGHTS.
NO FUCKING HOPE.
ALONE. FUCKING ALONE.
ALONE WITH NO FUCKING HELP
NO FUTURE.
SICK TO MY STOMACH.
NO HELP. NO FUTURE.
I can't do it.
I can't fucking do it.
My mind is already flooded.
FLOODED.
There's nothing fucking left.
I'm so fucking empty.
I can't feel.
I CAN'T.
I wouldn't want to go slowly...I can't handle what I dish out, as they say.
I'd go somewhere peaceful, but not necessarily quiet; like a beach, or atop a high building.
I'd like to attempt to feel whole at least one last time.
I'd put it right against my temple, as straight as I could.
With one brief second, true joy.
Uninterrupted orgasm.
True release.
I'd crack my dome like the liberty bell and spray my thoughts into the wind.
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