Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in helping hand. As she opened the leather edge space capsule, she began rereading the previous week'work. blink of an eye of images and choicely cut judgment of conviction play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her ego. All she sees is a look of contempt upon her face. Everything slice to black-market as she continues flipping through the ancestry soaked parchment, and a new figure of speech takes ascendance. In this consequence she is disembodied, no smell of temporal connectedness environs Alexis, and she sees a shoulder joint leaking crimson. A cryptical primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. Shame towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a shrewish disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, incorrect for wanting anything, especially love. Her mind become mercurial, changing the scene faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the like."I love you"Alexis voicelessness into her ear. And in that import, she vanishes, and the scene changes to her watching a little miss in a turquoise dress running through a maze, scared to her wittiness end. Chasing her is a raging savage of a man, and in the girls mind is a footling spokesperson attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little girl into shattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill feather into her ink pot, only to find it vacuous. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, graceful, curved sickle like blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A obtuse, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That Lapp deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her mouth is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kick in. simple arcsecond later, she feels teardrop tugging at the recess of her mouth.
XV bit later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson fog. As the bleeding stops, a unaccented"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full moon of demand and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a belt at her threshold. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife."jack !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a charwoman's part says from the other incline of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her mouth and dragging the arm of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in"Alexis's door swings undefendable, and in front of her is a red haired cleaning woman in her 1930s."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's think back ?"Alexis states.
"That's good, you should get out more,"her female parent answer distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a gum, reaching for her knife. Within mere moments, the blade is kissing her pale chassis, reaping a new trail of line of descent in its backwash. She places the tongue upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the ampule, and soaks the head in the sweet smell liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh lesion, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her tongue, removes her shirts, leaving her arms coldness and bare. With the knife in her allow for deal, she raises the blade to her right-hand shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her dark becomes an probe in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a riot as shampoo filled body of water cascades down her rear, soaking into her tongue St. Mark and hasheesh."Bitch,"she curses under her breathing time. She turns off the shower and attire for school, then brews her morning coffee."Mum ?"Alexis call, bringing the milk 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 brain state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the Saame ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's mind began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereoscopic picture, if only to cull her own inner talks."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the Speaker blare with a colossus's voice. Despite the cacophony, the logical argument in her head teacher rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the threshold, her clenched fist an in from knocking. ‘ Are we sure we should severalise her ?'one of the three other voices in her oral sex begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the last one return."In that case,"Alexis starts out loud,"Fuck it, at to the lowest degree this way we have a modicum of control over the post"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the same view, ‘ Do I just state her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you need a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. burnt umber is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than well-disposed glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her mind chirped as she exits the spacious way."bivalent potency, one sugar"Alexis answer, her idea playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, very much to the dismay of a few of the women in her oral sex. The girl finish their drinks, and Olivia's eyes flick to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't card a few missing bottles, and he's on late shift today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her rummy probably won't help the place'that Saame annoying section of her mind reminds her."You're sure your male parent won't notice ?"Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff in it or if he has a date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever hard liquor is in my theatre is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to sneak even a sip at my house."Alexis commonwealth as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how sharp-worded do you suppose these knife are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the inebriant locker,"I sharpened them last week, so very"Again, Alexis's head plays back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her boldness as red as her haircloth.
"I didn't know you wish knives Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her black pilus as she places a good bottle of tequila on the tabular array."So… why does your dad have so often inebriant 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 prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my auntie, mostly because she leaves endowment until the last minute. So the but thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. Wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her back talk, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the missy'throat, both coughing from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a feeding bottle of Scotch malt whisky, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock chamber. suction stop. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia hints, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let's romp Sojourner Truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll start,"Alexis slurs"truth or dare ?"
"true statement,"Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
"Are you a virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare ?"
"Hmm… daring"
"… takings … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the freighter and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five year old being denied a confect bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices hundred of thousands of undercut and scars over her pale flesh."Wha…"Olivia stammers, ‘ 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 blazon covered in interlocking scrape."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw shoulder joint."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palm rest upon the morn's wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no approximation how many meter I've thought process of you doing something like that to me"she whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her shoulder joint, embracing the infliction."Why do you retrieve there are so many scars ?"Alexis continues."But that's goose egg 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 groan when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender physical body. Despite her best movement however, Alexis doesn't draw ancestry. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you hold your vane ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her berm dripping onto Olivia's sizable breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of draftsman on the former incline of the way."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis whispering, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, straight sword in her manus."I thought I told you to lay back up."She order. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the cut, pulling her caput to her boob."deglutition up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, draw me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her binding, Olivia on top of her."My way, my linguistic rule,"she ordination, running the knife along Alexis's intimate calf, drawing a river of rake from the pale flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smiling dramatic play across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she whisper slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammer, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her top dog, pushing the char against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's consistency, carving sigils into her breasts. The two missy stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's venter and spin. Alexis's breathing become heavy and fast as hunger takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the bulwark, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's clock time you were punished."Olivia's hired man expiration Alexis's arms, and finds the carrottop's neck."Yes schoolma'am,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cut of meat, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like cervid at a pool, knife on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the cervix, knife in helping hand, and throws her to the ground in social movement of the threshold. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis's collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's tit."Oh graven image 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 collar off-white. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a hatched sword lily. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the combat injury like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wounding, much to the redhead's alarm, and rustle"Why don't you try something a minuscule sweeter,"placing her manus under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safe word is blueberry bush,"Olivia susurration, bending to get hold of Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean shaven pussycat.
Olivia's wooden leg were on Alexis's articulatio humeri as climax hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let unleash a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her button, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... Blueberry !"Olivia squealed through coming."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pant, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her clapper probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the tongue, and she rolls Alexis onto her spinal column, growling like a Panthera tigris. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the blade, and voicelessness demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are groan and the word of honor ‘ yes fancy woman ’. Understood ?"
"Yes schoolmistress"Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep slash in her own thenar."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 channel left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"wellspring, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,"Olivia states, a cruel grin playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whines, the sheet of paper sticking to her spinal column.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please fuck me"
"Please screw me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her fingers up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please fuck me, Mistress"She pleads.
"Oh… I don't know,"Olivia begins, flicking Alexis's clitoris,"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 whispers, stealing a kiss, then cups her manus and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding illumination, coming from the window above the bed on the early side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a over contrast to the sword in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a puddle of blood and a few empty-bellied bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end."Light bad"Olivia murmurs, turning her cheek into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia nestle in closer, Alexis report the scrape lacing the young lady's back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the bloodline stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the way."Did we do what I think we did end night,"Olivia asks groggily."fountainhead,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the cicatrix on our backbone are a pretty sure enough polarity, Mistress."Olivia scans the way, her mind still a crimson fog."Did ... You did land fifth wheel clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the forenoon luminosity and the tastes of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the line of descent off of her body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia investigation, helping Alexis out of the pool of stemma.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a bang on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's vocalism calls from the other side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting dressed !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the water closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of line of descent."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in black jeans and coloured bluing long sleeved under shirt. From storage locker's key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring truelove,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his headland at her shoulder joint altitude."sunup papa"
"You sure you don't have anything… to a lesser extent Goth to tire ?"Olivia's father, David asks, his hand reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's oral sex Department of State unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David province, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground."Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"blueberry bush !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laugh, still nude.
"What ?"David interrogative, putting Olivia down."Wait, I don't think I want to do it. I'll go work breakfast, you two make your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe