Down the depths we descend, this hell that you've experienced a lifetime ago. Gaze locked into yours, a grim satisfaction as your hands fall away from my wrist

My own veneer is falling off, until the only thing that remains is me, what has never been revealed, carefully hidden. The more I pull my own mask off, the more your banalities are shorn off. Each TTttHHHwwAccKKK of ass flesh peels away yet anouther layer.

Without warning, I lower my right hand and drop you to the floor, letting your legs collapse under you.

Dragging you by your hair, the carpet bunching up underneath you, I take you to the chair where you were perched with your coffee, not a minute ago

Outside
My fresh Estrella Jalisco arrives.
And I thank the waitress. Tell her I enjoy the Cajun spices
her kitchen used on my breaded flounder.
I would be returning here again. Especially any time
I wanted to be by the water.

Looks like i already missed the GOV
so maybe i can getsome rest today

Sees that girl

~s~

TSE

She Takes Everything

Outside
My sandwich arrives.
Smile, thank the little lady
and order another beer as well.

(Thank you! *g*)

Outside
We do much boating in my line of work.
Bringing product up along the Intracoastal Waterway,
from offshore to Florida then quietly up the coast.
Normally I avoid product, personally.
But I do have a larger racing craft here and a cat as well.

Indeed.....Tuney knows this darK
darK
dance so very well.....

way
down
we
go

green gaze lingers with yours....
the threat is understood...
there's no playing with you...
never was...

slender hands release that grip of your
wrist...
finding purchase on that bloodied shirt...
cheeks are fired up
your face is blood smeared
gruesome twosome

fisting the front of your shirt then
more clinging for balance than anything...
as that hand comes
delivering loud, hard slaps..
more sounds echoing off the walls of
the empty bar....

harsh slaps
and loud screams... getting louder
as prints start to over lap each other...

dangling like a
puppet in your grip...
visiting the days
of

yonder...

i'm 28
Shaking my head slightly
Flinching when Yiu still call me that

"No
i'm single"

does indeed purr
that'd be a hot av for a guy

Tuney knows just what to say, the lyrics echo the screams that erupt from your lips and soak into the walls, repeatedly as I raise my head to look at you once again.

take your hand off or you might just find it in a cast.

spoken civilly enough, but there is no threat in those words, a simple promise as I raise my left hand up high and bring it crashing down on your ass. This one drives the flesh inward, raising a welt. Only to be replaced a second later by a deeper one, as I start to spank you mercilessly.

My pristine white shirt is now coated with you. Drenched in your blood that drips from my lips as I look into you, dragging your naked fears to be exhibited to the room

He grunts

seems to Me you're in no position to dispute My opinion whore

He looks her over and sees she is older than most and starts making assumptions

I am guessing you went with your Partner

and that you have a history of nagging and neglecting Him

would that be right slut?

standing inside its stall
listening to the soft sounds the wood of the old stable produces as the warm sunlight heats it up

well i was lucky last night in one respect
NO Basketball Team but as PC npted
Friday night is always abusy night
start of the weekend payday etc
so i was busy

Outside
After some thought, I put in a call to the Yacht Club
and asked them to bring my smaller boat down from the winter racks.
The Morris 29. It was easy to handle,
especially out on the bay. It was fast enough. Fast and easy enough to enjoy on a first date.
Check it all out and rig the sails was the instructions I gave.

"i'm not a whore!"

Huffing

"And i have no idea
my friend took me to a country club
Some of the Men there looked at me funny"

I missed it, Happy Birthday!