Today was incredible. I took a first aid kit to my soul. I didn’t have anything with alcohol in it! I reconnected with myself both mentally and sexually. I got some really good writing done and me and treason saw the most AMAZING film, shopgirl, go see it!! It’s a beautiful charm of a film. I was in such the perfect mood for it. (see my current crush) I’m serious about that, too.

On Monday (since Halloween fell on a Monday this year which was just ass) I was supposed to dress up at work but I was too hungover to do that BUT I was so hungover people thought I went as the ghost of myself. There were a lot of creepy ghosts there, and a few demons, and for a few seconds I thought I was dead. I thought I drank so much the night before (and since I couldn’t recall the trip home) that maybe I got hit by a bus. It would be weird to die the day before Halloween and go to hell and not know, and think you were at some costume party………..I’m doing a new sg set. I think. I dunno. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I might have to think of something else. No matter the case girlie will be doing my makeup.

Thursday will rock. I’m having a drink with hyde……………………….

This is a line from my new book – I want to rip you open with my teeth and burn your heart out with my eyes.

How was everyone’s Halloween? Tell me something naughty.

Here’s more Demonic. Oh, this part’s dirty. Ahaha.

JENNA

“Oh my God, uuuuh, oh…,” I kept moaning. Marhollow was pretty quiet and consistent. He was pounding away at me. He had me on my stomach, gripping my hair, slamming me against the rocks, pulling me against him by holding on to my hips, pulling my hair again. He fucked me senseless. I thought I was going to pass out. Every once in a while he asked me if I had enough and I’d say no because I wanted to see how much more I could take. I came four times already. I was wearing thin.
“Do you really want to feel pain?” he asked. He was so hard. Our bodies were soaked because it had been raining and the storm had kicked the waves up. We didn’t care though. I even hoped for a tidal wave to come and get us and pull our naked bodies into the ocean. The spraying water felt good against my battered body. Later I’d count the bruises on my body from the rough sex.
“Yes,” I answered him, barely able to get the word out.
“I have you all to myself out here,” he said. He had pulled out of me. I felt his cock against my ass. “I wanna split you in half and watch your insides spill over these rocks and let the ocean wash it all away.”
“Yes,” I cried out, begging him. He started fucking me up the ass hard; absolutely no warning and no consideration. I screamed out so loud my throat hurt.
“That’s it, scream, slut.” I screamed again. “Louder,” he ordered. I kept screaming. He kept the gun to my side and thrust in and out.
“Mmmm,” he moaned slightly after my next scream. At one point he got so into it he pulled my head by my hair and smashed my face back down so my chin scraped against the rock. My stomach, my elbows, my tits, it all felt like it was bleeding. Eventually I thought there would be nothing left between him and the rock. I didn’t want to pass out because I was enjoying every minute of it, and that frightened me. The fear was intriguing. I needed more pain to figure out the fear. The way we had sex reminded me of how lions mated, at least the ones I saw on National Geographic. At one point he clamped down on my neck with his teeth and didn’t let go for a couple of minutes and stayed still inside of me. I’d move as much as he’d allow me to, but I felt weaker and weaker as he seemed to grow harder. He’d start up again, quick painful thrusts. My head hung off the rock, my arms flailing off the sides, too. I felt like saying something, but nothing came out. I was like a drained hose just spurting air. He started fucking me harder and harder. Another National Geographic comparison popped into my head: Like a deer I laid displayed, arms and legs spread, and he was like a wolf feeding on my guts. He let out a low ‘mmmm’ to one of my screams again. He bit my neck and thrust in an impressive rhythm until I had another orgasm.
“Oh my God, oh my…” my head turned on the rock so he bit the other side of my neck, making new marks. I started slipping in and out of consciousness. The ocean crashing against the rock became part of my dream and part of my reality. I even started to wonder if any of this was real. The sky matched the water perfectly. I felt like I was floating, being raped by some demon god in the sky. I never knew I could feel like this. Every nerve in me was wide awake.