Anesthetic
(NSFW and Probably Offensive.)
Anesthetic
"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.
"Seven years," she said.
I bent down and sucked on her left nipple, but she didn't pay any attention, and so I sucked harder, and she laughed.
"Wouldn't it be easier," I said, "if you used a sharper utensil?"
"Yea," she said, "but using a dull one incentivizes me to try to stop. To break the habit."
She'd been scraping her wrists for the past hour.
"Why don't you stop?" I said.
"It just helps me release," she said. "It helps me deal with what's inside."
I bent down and kissed her inner right thigh.
"Don't worry," she said, "I always disinfect. I use a strong antiseptic."
I moved up. She pouted and the she laughed, and then she let a few drops of her liquid pain drip over my face. She had a flair for dramatic poses. Too much Twilight.
"Cutting," I said. "Very mainstream."
"Yea," she said.
I turned her around and took her from behind and pulled her hair gently.
"Ya know, I'm glad you're here," she finally said under her breath. "You anesthetize me."
She began to moan.
I tried to ignore her to focus on my pace, and all the while my mind wandered: a word to describe that sensation, a numbness to delay my satisfaction, and a breast with a pink nipple to devour and call home.
To her, I suppose, living was the original sin; but for me, it was the fact that she indulged my cheap extravagances, that she satiated my baser instincts - that she could get away with calling my cock and my love her anesthesia.
Anesthetic
"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.
"Seven years," she said.
I bent down and sucked on her left nipple, but she didn't pay any attention, and so I sucked harder, and she laughed.
"Wouldn't it be easier," I said, "if you used a sharper utensil?"
"Yea," she said, "but using a dull one incentivizes me to try to stop. To break the habit."
She'd been scraping her wrists for the past hour.
"Why don't you stop?" I said.
"It just helps me release," she said. "It helps me deal with what's inside."
I bent down and kissed her inner right thigh.
"Don't worry," she said, "I always disinfect. I use a strong antiseptic."
I moved up. She pouted and the she laughed, and then she let a few drops of her liquid pain drip over my face. She had a flair for dramatic poses. Too much Twilight.
"Cutting," I said. "Very mainstream."
"Yea," she said.
I turned her around and took her from behind and pulled her hair gently.
"Ya know, I'm glad you're here," she finally said under her breath. "You anesthetize me."
She began to moan.
I tried to ignore her to focus on my pace, and all the while my mind wandered: a word to describe that sensation, a numbness to delay my satisfaction, and a breast with a pink nipple to devour and call home.
To her, I suppose, living was the original sin; but for me, it was the fact that she indulged my cheap extravagances, that she satiated my baser instincts - that she could get away with calling my cock and my love her anesthesia.