Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in paw. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the former week'whole kit and caboodle. Flashes of trope and choicely cut sentences play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her ego. All she sees is a expression of disdain upon her face. Everything fade to black as she continues flipping through the stemma soaked sheepskin, and a new persona takes dominance. In this second she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connecter environs Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking deep red. A oceanic abyss primal hunger takes variant, and then lust gives way to shame. Shame towards feeling felicitous, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a hen-peck disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, amiss for wanting anything, especially bonk. Her mind become wandering, changing the fit faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the same."I love you"Alexis whispering into her ear. And in that moment, she vanishes, and the scene variety to her watching a niggling female child in a turquoise frock running through a tangle, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging fauna of a man, and in the miss mind is a little vocalization attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the small lady friend into shattered drinking glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to receive it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A suave, graceful, curved reap hook like blade is in her work force, ink pot in the former. A slacken, excruciating fade over her wrist joint, and she sees her own blood. That same deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within minute, her mouthpiece is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, dependance kicking in. mere seconds later, she feels split tugging at the corners of her mouth.
XV bit later, she's blank out why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a deep red haze. As the haemorrhage stops, a frail"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full of need and rue, whilst reaching for her tongue. Before she can begin anew, there is a knock at her door. In a affright, she drops the ink pot and tongue."Shit !"she exclaims at the snap off porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's spokesperson says from the early English of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her mouth and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in"Alexis's threshold lilt open, and in front of her is a red haired woman in her thirty-something."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's commend ?"Alexis states.
"That's goodness, you should get out more,"her female parent reply distractedly, exiting Alexis's elbow room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a maunder, reaching for her tongue. Within bare moments, the blade is kissing her pale bod, reaping a new trail of blood in its aftermath. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for fragrance and earbuds. She unscrews the ampoule, and soaks the foreland in the fresh smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cutting off, the alcoholic beverage therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes excavate and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arms low temperature and bare. With the knife in her left bridge player, she raises the blade to her right shoulder, and then begins carving sliver of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starvation orphan would a five line repast, as her night becomes an investigating in sensual masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water cascades down her back, soaking into her tongue marks and hashish."Bitch,"she curses under her hint. She turns off the shower bath and dresses for school day, then brews her daybreak coffee."Mum ?"Alexis outcry, bringing the Milk River up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."Coffee ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally separate Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her thinker. What if she doesn't feel the Sami ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's idea began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereoscopic photograph, if only to cull her own intimate dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the Speaker blare with a heavyweight's voice. Despite the cacophony, the disputation in her capitulum passion on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the door, her clenched fist an inch from knocking. ‘ Are we for certain we should tell apart her ?'one of the three former voices in her promontory begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the conclusion one retorts."In that eccentric,"Alexis starts out loud,"shag it, at least this way we have a modicum of command over the site"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two daughter have the Saami thought, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you need a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia interrogation, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. deep brown is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than favorable glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her mind chirped as she exits the spacious room."Double strength, one pelf"Alexis answer, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, often to the dismay of a few of the char in her headspring. The little girl finish their drinks, and Olivia's eyes film to the intoxicant storage locker."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't poster a few missing bottles, and he's on tardy shift today."Olivia nods towards the console. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't help the post'that same annoying section of her mind reminds her."You're indisputable your Padre won't notice ?"Alexis asks, staring at the storage locker like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put clobber in it or if he has a particular date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever booze is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to slip even a sip at my house."Alexis states as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how sharp do you think these tongue are,"as she points to the tongue block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet,"I sharpened them last workweek, so very"Again, Alexis's mind plays back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her brass as red as her haircloth.
"I didn't know you liked knife Lex"Olivia input, brushing away her black hair as she places a full feeding bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so a good deal alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine flutes on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half glasses,"he won first lever for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves giving until the last minute. So the only thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottleful of red wine"
"Ugh. Wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine transverse flute to her brim, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the fille'throat, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 bit later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet ignition lock. clink. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's way."You know what,"Olivia confidential information, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let's gaming trueness or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll starting,"Alexis slurs"truth or dare ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
"Are you a Virgo ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare ?"
"Hmm… daring"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia social club, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaker, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the merchantman and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five twelvemonth old being denied a candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices C of thousands of gash and cicatrix over her pale physique."Wha…"Olivia stutter, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the voice in Olivia's head asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her jumper, revealing arms covered in interlocking scars."Just sit down"she rises, placing her helping hand on Alexis's red raw shoulder."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty laurel wreath rest upon the dayspring's combat injury. Olivia quickly jerks her handwriting upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many sentence I've persuasion of you doing something like that to me"she whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her Quaker hands back upon her shoulder joint, embracing the pain."Why do you think there are so many scrape ?"Alexis continues."But that's nothing compared to what I want to do to you,"she concludes, biting down on Olivia's exposed neck, and is met with a cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the stamp flesh. Despite her best exertion however, Alexis doesn't draw stock. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you keep open your sword ?"she asks demandingly, stock from her shoulder dripping onto Olivia's sizeable breast."Th-there"she stutters through a groan, pointing to a set of drawer on the former side of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis whispers, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis restoration, a thin, straight blade in her custody."I thought I told you to lay back up."She Holy Order. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the gashes, pulling her head to her titty."Drink up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, pass me the tongue,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My room, my ruler,"she fiat, running the knife along Alexis's inner calf, drawing a river of ancestry from the blench flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A repellent grin manoeuvre across Olivia's font as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she rustle slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife high up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stutter, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her head, pushing the woman against the bulwark, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her white meat. The two girls stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's venter and twirl. Alexis's breathing become heavy and fast as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the wall, whispering"You've been a bad young woman. It's prison term you were punished."Olivia's hand releases Alexis's arms, and finds the redhead's neck."Yes fancy woman,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, tongue on the floor in forepart of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in hand, and throws her to the ground in front end of the room access. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis's collar-bone part, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's knocker."Oh gods we love you"Alexis manages to stammer, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the knife from under her nail bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a stigma of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a hatched iris. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the carrottop's disheartenment, and whispers"Why don't you try something a little sweeter,"placing her helping hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safe Word is blueberry,"Olivia whispers, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's plum shaven pussy.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulders as orgasm hit her like MT of bricks, and she let release a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... Blueberry !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia trouser, fumbling for the tongue as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia's ramification, and kisses Olivia, her spit probing deeply. Olivia's deal finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the brand, and whispers demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are moan and the words ‘ yes fancy woman ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's stemma along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a oceanic abyss slash in her own palm."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, sweat working its way in to the vallecula left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"wellspring, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might call back about it,"Olivia res publica, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whines, the flat solid sticking to her back.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please love me"
"Please hump me, what ?"Olivia rustling, walking her finger's breadth up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please have it off me, schoolmarm"She pleads.
"Oh… I don't know,"Olivia begins, flicking Alexis's clit,"you're being very pushy. You know I don't like it when you get pushy"
"Pleeeeaaassssee, Mistress ?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whispering, stealing a kiss, then cups her deal and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light, coming from the window above the bed on the other incline of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, nerve blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood line and a few vacuous bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to originate, not wanting the consequence to end."Light bad"Olivia murmur, turning her face into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis studies the cicatrice lacing the young woman's back. After semi-careful cogitation, Alexis gazes around the way, and notices the blood grunge on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the elbow room."Did we do what I think we did go night,"Olivia asks groggily."Well,"Alexis manages to blur,"I'd say the scars on our backs are a middling sure augury, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her judgment still a ruby haze."Did ... You did make for fifth wheel apparel right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight unit of the morning light and the tastes of rake and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the descent off of her trunk."How do we smack together ?"Olivia investigation, helping Alexis out of the pool of stock.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a whang on the room access interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's interpreter calls from the other incline of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting prune !"Olivia vociferation, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a Negroid blanket over the pocket billiards of rip."You can hail in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in dim denim and night blue long sleeved under shirt. From storage locker's key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia's way."Moring sweetheart,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his top dog at her shoulder height."break of the day pa"
"You sure you don't have anything… less boor to wear ?"Olivia's sire, David asks, his hand reaching for the closet room access, covering the Key-hole in the operation. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three vocalism in Alexis's drumhead res publica unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground."sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"Blueberry !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laugh, still nude.
"What ?"David questions, putting Olivia down."time lag, I don't think I want to know. I'll go stimulate breakfast, you two make your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe