She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly, “the only sounds I want out of you are moans and the words ‘yes Mistress’. Cartoon porn “Coffee?”
“You have to ask?”
“I’m on it.”
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as erratic. “Please fuck me”
“Please fuck me, what?” Olivia whispers, walking her fingers up Alexis’s scarred stomach. “Why do you think there are so many scars?” Alexis continues. A deep primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. You did bring spare clothes right?” she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning light and the tastes of blood and mucus. ‘Yes? As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis studies the scars lacing the girl’s back. “Hey… do you want a cup of coffee or something?” Olivia questions, rising off her bed. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson.
