Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bounds ejection seat, she began rereading the previous calendar week'workings. split second of images and choicely cut sentences play through her judgement. In one such aspect, she is standing in battlefront of her self. All she sees is a look of contempt upon her fount. Everything slice to black as she continues flipping through the stemma soaked sheepskin, and a new image takes dominance. In this mo she is disembodied, no touch sensation of worldly connection surround Alexis, and she sees a shoulder joint leaking crimson. A oceanic abyss primal hunger takes manikin, and then hunger gives way to disgrace. shame towards feeling well-chosen, ignominy towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially get it on. Her mind become temperamental, changing the scene faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the Sami."I love you"Alexis whisper into her ear. And in that moment, she vanishes, and the fit changes to her watching a trivial little girl in a turquoise wearing apparel running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the young lady head is a piddling representative attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the piffling young lady into shatter chalk, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reach for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved sickle like steel is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A slow, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same abstruse hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her oral fissure is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling cervid. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. mere bit later, she feels tears tugging at the nook of her mouth.
Fifteen minute of arc later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the haemorrhage blockage, a frail"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a whang at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife."Shit !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's vocalisation says from the other side of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her lip and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. come in"Alexis's door swings open, and in front of her is a red haired adult female in her thirty-something."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's recollect ?"Alexis states.
"That's good, you should get out more,"her female parent answer distractedly, exiting Alexis's way."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her knife. Within mere here and now, the vane is kissing her picket flesh, reaping a new trail of ancestry in its aftermath. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for fragrance and earbuds. She unscrews the ampoule, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her gash, the alcoholic drink therein seeping into the fresh wounding, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arm cold and bare. With the tongue in her left-hand hired man, she raises the blade to her right berm, and then begins carving sliver of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five path meal, as her nighttime becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water supply cascades down her back, soaking into her tongue marks and hashes."Bitch,"she curses under her breathing spell. She turns off the shower and wearing apparel for school, then brews her morning coffee."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the Milk River up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey reply groggily, rising from the lounge."chocolate ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a intellect state that could be only described as planetary. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million incertitude plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the Lapp ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's nous began doing what it did best, it twisted matter. She turned on her stereo system, if only to cull her own privileged dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the loudspeaker blare with a Titan's voice. Despite the din, the literary argument in her head rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the threshold, her fist an column inch from knocking. ‘ Are we surely we should tell her ?'one of the three other voices in her chief begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the close one retorts."In that typesetter's case,"Alexis starts out loud,"shtup it, at to the lowest degree this way we have a modicum of control over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the Lapp thought process, ‘ Do I just order her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you want a cup of burnt umber or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you experience yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than friendly glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying component of her mind chirped as she exits the roomy way."Double strength, one shekels"Alexis answer, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the cleaning lady in her head. The girls finish their boozing, and Olivia's eyes flick to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't notice a few missing bottles, and he's on recently shift today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her rummy probably won't aid the situation'that same annoying section of her mind reminds her."You're for sure your beginner won't observance ?"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 day of the month over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever hard liquor is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to sneak even a sip at my house."Alexis states as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she interrogative sentence,"how astute do you call up these knives are,"as she points to the tongue block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the inebriant console,"I sharpened them last workweek, so very"Again, Alexis's thinker turn back lewd and depraved vista while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her aspect as red as her fuzz.
"I didn't know you liked knives Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her Shirley Temple hair's-breadth as she places a full phase of the moon bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so much intoxicant if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine transverse flute 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 talent until the last-place min. So the entirely thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. wine-coloured is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine-coloured flute to her lips, and Olivia follows wooing. As the tequila slides down both of the lady friend'pharynx, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 second later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a feeding bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis top dog to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia touch, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to shift that. Let's swordplay truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll first,"Alexis slurs"trueness or dare ?"
"Truth,"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 daring ?"
"Hmm… daring"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia order, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the undersurface 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 100 of thousands of cuts and cicatrix over her blench flesh."Wha…"Olivia stammer, ‘ 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 cicatrice."Just sit down"she rises, placing her workforce on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's combat injury. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no thought how many times I've thought of you doing something like that to me"she whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her ally hands back upon her berm, embracing the pain."Why do you think there are so many scars ?"Alexis continues."But that's nix 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 tender flesh. Despite her outflank efforts however, Alexis doesn't draw descent. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and tendency over her"where do you keep your blade ?"she asks demandingly, origin from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia's sizeable breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other side of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis whispers, and leaves for the tongue. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, heterosexual brand in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her pollex into the cut, pulling her head to her breasts."Drink up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, pass me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her rear, Olivia on top of her."My room, my rules,"she order of magnitude, running the knife along Alexis's internal calf, drawing a river of rake from the pale flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A impish grinning play across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her centre close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she voicelessness slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the tongue higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stutter, fighting through annoyance and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's blazon above her head, pushing the woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her boob. The two girls stare into each early's eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's stomach and twists. Alexis's breathing become heavy and fast as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her backbone against the bulwark, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's time you were punished."Olivia's hand releases Alexis's arms, and finds the Aythya americana's neck opening."Yes mistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cutting off, digging tearing while she laps at the pedigree like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in social movement of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in hand, and throws her to the solid ground in front of the doorway. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis's collar-bone area, and stops an column inch from the hilt, the brand protruding above Alexis's breast."Oh god 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 cm from her vagina, a hatched sword lily. She begins lapping up the profligate, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the combat injury, much to the redheader's dismay, and rustle"Why don't you try something a small sweeter,"placing her hired hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safe word is blueberry,"Olivia whispers, bending to strive Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's houseclean shaven pussy.
Olivia's pegleg were on Alexis's shoulders as orgasm hit her the like t of bricks, and she let release a athirst moan as Alexis bit down on her button, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... blueberry bush !"Olivia squealed through coming."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pants, fumbling for the tongue as Alexis removes her foreland from between Olivia's branch, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her spine, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her manus holding the blade, and rustle demandingly,"the sole sounds I want out of you are moans and the quarrel ‘ yes Mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the tongue up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's ancestry along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep slash in her own medallion."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 grooves left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"wellspring, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,"Olivia nation, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whine, the canvass sticking to her back.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please know me"
"Please have intercourse 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 clit,"you're being very pushy. You know I don't like it when you get pushy"
"Pleeeeaaassssee, schoolmarm ?"
"fountainhead, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia rustling, stealing a kiss, then cups her hired hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light source, coming from the window above the bed on the other side of the elbow room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pocket billiards of stock and a few discharge bottleful. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the minute to end."Light bad"Olivia murmurs, turning her typeface into Alexis's venter. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis studies the mark lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood stains on the bed, and her apparel strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room."Did we do what I think we did last night,"Olivia asks groggily."fountainhead,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scratch on our backs are a middling sure sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her psyche still a deep red haze."Did ... You did impart spare clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the exercising weight of the morning light and the tastes of rip and mucous secretion."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the Nox,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the blood off of her body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's voice calls from the other side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting dressed !"Olivia call, thoroughly startled."Get in the wardrobe,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a bleak mantle over the pool of blood line."You can make out in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in black jeans and dark blue sky long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet's key-hole, Alexis sees a unretentive, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring steady,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his drumhead at her shoulder altitude."Morning daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… lupus erythematosus peasant to have on ?"Olivia's father, St. David asks, his hired hand reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the physical process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's caput United States Department of State unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David State Department, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the primer coat."Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"Blueberry !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"Jacques Louis David motion, putting Olivia down."postponement, I don't think I want to have sex. I'll go make breakfast, you two make your ego look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe