Callous, casually practiced fingers scrape layers of sanity from her beautiful brain. Like stripping a scab from a wound, I peel away layers of psychology until I am rewarded with a tiny wellspring. With the voraciousness of patience I drink her oozing vulnerability. I suck delicately, the marrow from her integrity.
All the while, she begs me not to stop. Gripped by vanilla-flavored throes of psychic orgasm. Held in anesthetic paralysis by exceptional whispers. Grasped around the throat by the hand with the scorpion tattoo.
11:33 p.m. - 2015-01-20
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