Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in script. As she opened the leather edge abridgment, she began rereading the previous hebdomad'oeuvre. Flashes of look-alike and choicely cut judgment of conviction play through her psyche. In one such shot, she is standing in front of her self. All she sees is a look of disdain upon her facial expression. Everything fades to ignominious as she continues flipping through the blood soaked sheepskin, and a new image takes potency. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection environs Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking deep red. A deep primal hungriness takes phase, and then hunger gives way to shame. ignominy towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a nag disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially love. Her judgment become erratic, 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 scenery variety to her watching a little girl in a turquoise clothes running through a maze, scared to her brain end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girlfriend mind is a little vocalism attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the short fille into shattered glass, only to work 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 range for her knife. A polish, elegant, curved reap hook like leaf blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A decelerate, excruciating piece over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same mysterious hungriness resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her rima oris is clasped upon her radiocarpal joint, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. mere seconds later, she feels crying tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Fifteen second later, she's blank out why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a deep red haze. As the bleeding closure, a weak"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 start anew, there is a bash 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 fair sex's voice says from the former side of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the origin off of her backtalk and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. semen in"Alexis's door baseball swing outdoors, and in front man of her is a red hirsute woman in her thirty-something."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's good, you should get out more,"her mother replies distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her tongue. Within mere minute, the blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new track of bloodline in its backwash. She places the tongue upon her desk, reaching for aroma and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the brain in the sugariness smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the freshly lesion, her breathing becomes dig and laboured. Again she reaches for her tongue, removes her shirts, leaving her arms low temperature and bare. With the tongue in her left hand, she raises the sword to her right wing articulatio humeri, and then begins carving slivers of her own frame off, devouring them like a starvation orphan would a five form meal, as her night becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a sidesplitter as shampoo filled water Cascade Mountains down her vertebral column, soaking into her knife marks and hashes."Bitch,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower bath and attire for school, then brews her morning deep brown."Mum ?"Alexis call, bringing the Milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."coffee berry ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a intellect state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million uncertainty plagued her judgement. What if she doesn't feel the same ? 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 stereo system, if only to pick her own inside dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the loudspeaker blare with a Titan's voice. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her head rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the door, her clenched fist an column inch from knocking. ‘ Are we for certain we should secernate her ?'one of the three other voices in her head begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the last one comeback."In that slip,"Alexis starts out loud,"shtup it, at least this way we have a modicum of mastery over the office"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two fille have the Lapplander thought, ‘ Do I just distinguish her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you desire a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. burnt umber is friend."
"How do you throw yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a Thomas More than well-disposed coup d'oeil over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying section of her nous chirped as she exits the spacious room."Double posture, one lettuce"Alexis answer, her psyche playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the charwoman in her point. The girl finish their drink, and Olivia's eye motion picture to the intoxicant locker."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't observance a few missing bottles, and he's on late shift today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't help the situation'that like annoying incision of her nous reminds her."You're sure your sire won't notification ?"Alexis asks, staring at the console like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put hooey in it or if he has a 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 cabbage even a sip at my house."Alexis states as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how sharp do you believe these knives are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet,"I sharpened them concluding week, so very"Again, Alexis's mind plays back lewd and depraved fit while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her fount as red as her hair.
"I didn't know you liked tongue Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her bleak tomentum as she places a full bottle of tequila on the mesa."So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two vino flute on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half glasses,"he won first prize for this piece of work fundraiser affair, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the last minute. So the only thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine-colored"
"Ugh. wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine champagne flute to her rim, and Olivia follows courting. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a bottleful of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia touch, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that a good deal about you. I want to change that. Let's play truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll offset,"Alexis slurs"Sojourner Truth or daring ?"
"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… Dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia club, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis close shave, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom 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 hundreds of grand of cuts and scrape over her pale soma."Wha…"Olivia stutter, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the voice in Olivia's oral sex asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her jumper, revealing arms covered in interlocking scrape."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty medallion rest upon the morn's wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many times I've thought of you doing something like that to me"she whisper into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her articulatio humeri, embracing the pain."Why do you think there are so many scars ?"Alexis continues."But that's zilch 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 flesh. Despite her best travail however, Alexis doesn't draw poker blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you prevent your blade ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulder dripping onto Olivia's goodly breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a groan, pointing to a set of draftsman on the former side of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis rustle, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis recurrence, a thinly, straight steel in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She purchase order. Olivia grab Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the gashes, pulling her straits to her tit."drink up."Olivia susurration to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, transcend me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My elbow room, my normal,"she monastic order, running the knife along Alexis's inner calf, drawing a river of blood from the pale physique. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smile caper across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she voicelessness slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through hurting and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her headland, pushing the woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her breast. The two girl 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 dominance. She moans as Olivia shoves her spinal column against the wall, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's clock time you were punished."Olivia's hand going Alexis's weaponry, and finds the red-header's neck opening."Yes kept woman,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her gash, digging tearing while she laps at the blood line like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in front line of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck opening, tongue in mitt, and throws her to the undercoat in front line of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the steel deeper into Alexis's collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's chest."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 bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimetre from her vagina, a incubate Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animate being. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead's dismay, and voicelessness"Why don't you try something a little sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's Chin, bringing her in closer."My condom Word of God is blueberry,"Olivia whispers, bending to reach out Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's unobjectionable shaven slit.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulder as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let loose a thirsty moan as Alexis bit down on her clit, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... Blueberry !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pants, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the tongue, and she rolls Alexis onto her backrest, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the brand, and whisper demandingly,"the alone sounds I want out of you are moan and the words ‘ yes kept woman ’. Understood ?"
"Yes fancy woman"Alexis whine 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 late 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 grooves 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 smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whines, the sheet of paper sticking to her vertebral column.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please make out me"
"Please have a go at it me, what ?"Olivia rustling, walking her fingers up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please bang 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, Mistress ?"
"wellspring, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whispers, stealing a kiss, then cups her hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding luminousness, coming from the window above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, case blissful, a complete contrast to the sword in her left hand hired man. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few empty-bellied bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the import to end."Light bad"Olivia murmurs, turning her face into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggles in finisher, Alexis studies the scars lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful work, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood line grease on the bed, and her wearing apparel 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 last-place night,"Olivia asks groggily."well,"Alexis manages to blur,"I'd say the scars on our dorsum are a passably for sure sign of the zodiac, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her mind still a crimson haze."Did ... You did bring spare part clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the system of weights of the morning light and the tastes of blood and mucous secretion."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,"Alexis smirch, rising and licking the blood off of her dead body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the pocket billiards of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her embrace, as a knock on the threshold interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's articulation calls from the former side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting dressed !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black mantle over the pond of lineage."You can make out in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in nigrify jeans and dark blue long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet's key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring steady,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his oral sex at her shoulder tallness."Morning daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… LE Goth to bust ?"Olivia's don, Saint David asks, his mitt reaching for the press door, covering the Key-hole in the cognitive operation. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three articulation in Alexis's head state unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David DoS, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground."Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"Blueberry !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David questions, putting Olivia down."hold, I don't think I want to know. I'll go take a crap breakfast, you two pee-pee your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe