Exactly 100, Malice.

May 29, 2009 04:47

After prepping the pool table, I clutched the cue tightly.

“Lay over the cushions”

She obliged, after a swift snap from the cue. She winced, eyes wide with excitement and fear. Too excited. Had to spread her out and tie down her slender limbs. She looked just as pink and sweet and tempting as she did ages ago. Except this time, I was going to finish the job.

“P-peter?” she stuttered. “What about my?”

I pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the fabric down the middle slowly and precisely.

I pulled it away; teased her.

Then I feasted.
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washthedoggie

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