she wolves

01 

"besides each other, they dont eat much"

she grabbed my hair in her hand and traced her tongue on my throat, i swallowed hard 

i was nervous because my fingers on her lower back were shaking, and sweat was rolling down my chest from hers
I thought that I was fucking up, I kept biting my lip and pressing my forehead against her chin. She slid her tongue into my mouth and I let out a sigh, I remember her hands and how gentle and soft they were, like they weren't even human.
I moved slow but I was sure of what I wanted. I slid off her straps and her shoulders were bare. I ran my lips across them, beautiful and summer scented. her hair brushed against my eyelashes, I was aware of every piece of her
The grass was cool under us, our hands were lost on our bodies. i was 16, barely had my braces off.
That was the first and last time I looked someone in the eyes, the entire time without feeling empty.


02
we were in the basement of a club in manhattan, mid-summer, I was underage, she was gorgeous. 
I was dancing with my hands up, drink in hand, ass barely covered by my black body con form fitting dress. My black stockings were torn and my eyeliner was smudged and smoky. i barely knew her, only through a photographer friend who wanted to have a threesome with us both and she had supposedly agreed. 
she grabbed me by the face, sudden, and sincere, " I only agreed to that threesome because I wanted to get to you not him"
she then kissed me hard, and I was taken aback, I snapped into realization and kissed her hard back, she leaned me against the leather VIP couch and told me to wait for her that she wanted me and that come next summer her head wouldnt be so fucked up. She said she always makes good on her promises, if I can make sure to save a part of me for her. Im not sure if I have or not, but if I saw her again, Im sure I would lie to her and tell her I have, just to have another taste.

blood

01
a thirty year old philosophy professor from London, met him in the underground, humidity clouding my will to think rationally, I felt like I was his prey from the moment he laid his eyes on me
fast forward to his hotel room
my giant black frames knocked up against the front of his teeth and he ripped my white wife beater exposing my chest, nipples hard and a thick film of sweat began to already cover us both
shoving his tongue in my mouth i began to taste blood, my glasses had split open his lip and he was laughing
his accent and breath were humming electrically in my ear as he pushed me up against the stark white wall and drew a heart with his fingers using the blood that had been painted all over my lips by his
he used his other hand to now cover my mouth and lifted up my thigh with the other, we fucked for about 20 minutes until he gave in and pulled out, he told me if i didn't swallow every single bit of him that he was going to give me a black eye, I told him he didn't have to do that, I would earn that some other way. as he came, he brought the back of his hand down hard on my face, making me bite my tongue and squeal.
don't fucking talk smart with me little girl, your in over your head
he shoved my face in the sheets, making me lick up everything that I didn't swallow,
he played a dirty game because he had hit so hard that I literally spit most of it out.
men never follow the rules
motherfucker ripped my derek wang tank top in half

02
the sticky leather backseat had me ripping our flesh apart. he was a french transfer student now studying at NYU. my jeans were so tight they were cutting into my jutting hipbones and literally lacerating my skin
he unbuttoned my pants and started to suck on them, lifting my ass up on to his lap and my legs over his shoulders, my spiked heels corking into the roof of the car , my head spinning and spilling with jameson,
i felt like cold water was being poured over my face, and then I realized that my nose was busted open, and spilling down my throat, was torrids of blood
the fact that I was mortified and that he was still peeling me out of my leather jacket was enough of an aphrodisiac to keep me going
Band of Skulls, " Light of the Morning" blared from the car's stereo. I had my pussy against his face and was shoving it in his mouth as he fucked me with his tongue
i came in his mouth twice
and he smeared the blood all over my pussy and told me he liked american cunt beat up and messy