The Confession
Choking on my own tears, moaning through blood smeared panties, unable to swallow, both hands bound with rope far apart on the same brass bed where we conceived our first child, our only child—Milena, who is dead now—I am at last at peace. Indian porn Within a half hour, somewhere in the deep dark forest, I would die of the cold. You kitty programmed her you goddamn WHORE!”
“Karajan,” I mutter, “Please…please fuck me…”
Karajan back hands me. The thought of his hands and shoulders and his knife brings me closer. … If Karajan will not have me I simply must have as many cocks as I can take at once. “Are you ready?”
“Karajan, I have been bad. He pulls out his knife. Milena is dead…I want your cum in my mouth.”
Karajan punches through the wall above my head. I would soon cry, within minutes, panting without breath, like a little girl, like the helpless little girl we buried today, within minutes I would cry out: “Karajan, Karajan! Read 10731 times |
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Please login or register to rate this story Karajan would pick up my body, my body which is neither living nor dead, and he would keep it warm.
