Alexis reached for her notepad, quill pen in hand. As she opened the leather spring capsule, she began rereading the late weeks'works. flash bulb of figure of speech and choicely cut conviction play through her creative thinker. In one such fit, she is standing in front line of her self. All she sees is a look of scorn upon her facial expression. Everything fades to pitch-black as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new image takes dominance. In this instant she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection environment Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A deep primal thirstiness takes word form, and then hungriness gives way to dishonour. Shame towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrongly for wanting anything, especially bang. Her mind become erratic, changing the vista faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the same."I love you"Alexis voicelessness into her ear. And in that instant, she vanishes, and the prospect modification to her watching a picayune daughter in a turquoise clothes running through a snarl, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girl mind is a small vocalization attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little girl into shattered methamphetamine, only to ramp up 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 stretch for her knife. A suave, refined, curved reaping hook like steel is in her script, ink pot in the other. A dull, excruciating slice over her carpus, and she sees her own bloodline. That Sami recondite thirst resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her oral fissure is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. mere irregular later, she feels tear tugging at the box of her mouth.
Fifteen instant later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson fog. As the bleeding arrest, a light"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, entire of motive and rue, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can start out anew, there is a knock at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and tongue."diddly-shit !"she exclaims at the develop porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's voice says from the other side of the room access."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 door swings open, and in presence of her is a red hairy woman in her thirty."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 mother response distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a gum, reaching for her knife. Within mere second, the sword is kissing her pale soma, reaping a new trail of blood in its backwash. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the ampule, and soaks the heading in the sweet smell liquidness. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her weapon frigidity and bare. With the knife in her allow for script, she raises the vane to her right berm, and then begins carving slivers of her own form off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course repast, as her dark becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water Cascades down her back, soaking into her knife Gospel According to Mark and hashes."bitch,"she curses under her breathing place. She turns off the exhibitioner and dresses for school, then brews her morning java."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the Milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."coffee tree ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a judgement state that could be only described as quicksilver. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the same ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's creative thinker began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereo, if only to pick her own inner negotiation."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the utterer blare with a colossus's voice. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her principal passion on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the threshold, her fist an inch from knocking. ‘ Are we indisputable we should differentiate her ?'one of the three early interpreter in her point begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the conclusion one riposte."In that case,"Alexis starts out loud,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control condition over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two little girl have the same thought, ‘ Do I just severalise her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you want a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than friendly glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her mind chirped as she exits the broad room."Double strength, one sugar"Alexis reply, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the consternation of a few of the women in her read/write head. The little girl finish their drinkable, and Olivia's eyes flick to the alcohol storage locker."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't bill a few missing bottleful, and he's on late shift today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her rummy probably won't assistance the situation'that Lapplander annoying section of her mind reminds her."You're sure as shooting your father won't poster ?"Alexis asks, staring at the console like a jumping spider stalking target."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 booze is in my home 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 questions,"how crisp do you think these knives are,"as she points to the tongue block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet,"I sharpened them last hebdomad, so very"Again, Alexis's idea playing period back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the locker, her face as red as her hairsbreadth.
"I didn't know you like knife Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her black tomentum as she places a full bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so very much alcoholic drink if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine fluting on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the nursing bottle and pouring out two half glasses,"he won first jimmy for this piece of work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves giving until the last minute. So the exclusively matter 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 lips, and Olivia follows causa. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 moment later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a nursing bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet ringlet. Click. 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 practically about you. I want to convert that. Let's play truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll start,"Alexis slurs"truth or dare ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the focal ratio of a whip.
"Are you a Virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis narrow escape, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the stern and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five year old being denied a candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices 100 of thousands of cuts and cicatrix over her blanch anatomy."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 arms covered in interlocking cicatrice."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty laurel wreath rest upon the morning time's wound. Olivia quickly jerks her paw upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many clip I've thought of you doing something like that to me"she whispering into Olivia's ear, pulling her acquaintance hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the painfulness."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 clamor of moan when she begins grinding her teeth against the ship's boat flesh. Despite her best elbow grease however, Alexis doesn't draw pedigree. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and tendency over her"where do you keep your steel ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia's sizeable breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of bloomers on the other side of the elbow 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 getting even, a slight, straight brand in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the gashes, pulling her oral sex to her breasts."drink up."Olivia whisper to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, pass me the tongue,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her book binding, Olivia on top of her."My room, my rules,"she ordering, running the knife along Alexis's inner calf, drawing a river of blood from the picket flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A repellent smile period of play across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she whispers slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the tongue higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her wench."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stutter, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her foreland, pushing the cleaning lady against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the tongue down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her chest. The two girls stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia blush, then digs the tongue into Alexis's stomach and twists. 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 girl. It's meter you were punished."Olivia's hand releases Alexis's blazonry, and finds the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's neck."Yes schoolma'am,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, knife on the story in battlefront of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in hand, and throws her to the ground in front of the doorway. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the brand deeper into Alexis's collar-bone part, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's titty."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 apprehension bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a soft touch of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten cm from her vagina, a concoct Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the rip, biting at the wounding like a rabid creature. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redheaded woodpecker's disheartenment, and whispers"Why don't you try something a lilliputian sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My condom discussion is blueberry bush,"Olivia whispers, bending to pass Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's sporting shaven pussycat.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulders as orgasm hit her like metric ton of bricks, and she let loose a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her clit, then began sawing at it with her dentition."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... blueberry !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia knickers, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her fountainhead from between Olivia's ramification, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the steel, and whispers demandingly,"the simply sounds I want out of you are groan and the words ‘ yes Mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes schoolma'am"Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a track of Olivia's pedigree along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a inscrutable slash in her own palm."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, sudor working its way in to the groove left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"Well, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,"Olivia states, a cruel smiling playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whimper, the sheet sticking to her back.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please fuck me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia susurration, walking her finger up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please be intimate me, Mistress"She pleads.
"Oh… I don't know,"Olivia begins, flicking Alexis's button,"you're being very pushy. You know I don't like it when you get pushful"
"Pleeeeaaassssee, Mistress ?"
"fountainhead, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia rustle, stealing a candy kiss, then cups her hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light, coming from the windowpane above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, look blissful, a over demarcation to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a kitty of blood and a few discharge nursing bottle. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to come up, not wanting the second to end."Light bad"Olivia mutter, turning her face into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia cuddle in closer, Alexis studies the mark lacing the lady friend's back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the roue stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the trading floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room."Did we do what I think we did utmost Night,"Olivia asks groggily."Well,"Alexis manages to blur,"I'd say the mark on our backbone are a jolly sure sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her mind still a crimson daze."Did ... You did contribute fifth wheel clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the aurora lighting and the gustatory sensation of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,"Alexis daub, rising and licking the lineage off of her body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia investigation, helping Alexis out of the consortium of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knock on the threshold interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's voice calls from the other slope of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting dressed !"Olivia vociferation, thoroughly startled."Get in the wardrobe,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a Negro blanket over the puddle of blood."You can issue forth in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in black jeans and gloomy blue long sleeved under shirt. From storage locker's key-hole, Alexis sees a suddenly, viking-esque man enter Olivia's elbow room."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder summit."cockcrow daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… lupus erythematosus churl to wear ?"Olivia's Father of the Church, St. David asks, his hand reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the unconscious process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's head DoS unanimously.
"Alexis ?"Jacques Louis David country, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the reason."Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"blueberry !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David query, putting Olivia down."Wait, I don't think I want to know. I'll go do breakfast, you two pull in your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe