megancolleen

It doesn't even remotely scare me. I've lusted after this for too many years. I feel as if my heart will surely burst in my chest. The sheer excitement of my finger on the trigger might kill me. The empty promises of love that you continue making only further fuel my hatred. You, my love, lie squirming and unbound. My own bloodlust and love for you combined with inexplicable timing are my reasons. As you whimper my name, I feel you cum inside me. Within seconds, the trigger pulls, and you're not only inside me... you're all over me. With one hand, I empty the magazine into your warm body. The other hand slides between us, pressing and rubbing harder and harder on my clit until I cum. I smile down at what was once such a beautiful face. "Goodnight, my love," I whisper as I curl into your for the most peaceful night I've ever spent with you. As morning nears, I am saddened. I almost regret this being the only way to keep you as my own. I am momentarily concerned for what the other girls may think. "Perhaps he's been in an accident," your fuck for tonight may think. She's watching minutes tick by. You've fucked her every Sunday for at least seven months... that I know of. Perhaps you even professed love for her, too. Marriage could have even been discussed...

...how did I let myself become so enveloped by your lies? It must have been your mouth. I could kick myself for always being more focused on how sexy it was than on the bullshit spewing from it. Shame to waste such a perfect mouth on such filth. See, I always knew you'd never marry me...

and I now find solace in knowing I was the last girl to hear my name from those lips. I shall miss you, my bloody love. So will they, I imagine. I love you more.