ohstella

I cant remember the last time I looked myself in the mirror. Im moving now, through a crowded room, dancing, and laughing is going on. I see girls eying me, Ill stare them down, until one get brave enough to talk to me, and then Ill ignore her. If you ignore them, it makes them want you more, and makes the illusion of trust stronger when I finally smile at them, and take their hand and move towards the door. I lost all my faith about three years ago, being honest and working my ass off, till there was nothing there, now, now I make enough money I can buy my ass back, along with my soul, and anything else I have lost along the way.
Tonight, tonight I am looking for a woman by the name of Mary. Shes been fucking around on the wrong person, and now, now I have to do the dirty work of her less then faithful boyfriend. He was fucking two blonds when I went to my first meeting with him. She spots me, almost instantly; I guess she can smell money. Can I buy you a drink? I say to her so smoothly, she cant say no. Even though if I was to say it to her while scratching my balls she would still fucking bow at my feet. I dont even think we finished the first drink before she was practically sucking my dick. I took Ms. Mary to the most expensive condo you can buy in the god forsaken town smooth talking her the whole way there, telling her about trips I have taken, and will take to exotic beaches, which alone took care of fucking her, I dont think I even needed to move a finger. We walked in the door, and off came her dress, as if there was anything really there to begin with, women these days have no class, they all dress like high scale hookers, I guess thats all women are really. To get her going, I pull her hair back till I can see her neck, so defined; actually the only thing that can get me hard is pulling her head back till I cant stretch the skin across her neck anymore. She moans, like a whore, and then I lick her neck and breathe ever so slightly on it. She starts tugging on my dick and then I let go of her hair, because the dumb bitch is hurting me. She should know by now, with all the high priced guys she has fucked, you have to put it in your mouth before you start yanking at it. The pain is only good if you fucked so much you cant feel her anymore. She isnt too great at giving head, not for a blonde rich bitch, where all she does is rely on fucking and her good looks. You can see her roots from my point of view, and it kind of disgusts me how she can get by, she is too sloppy. She has a nice tit job though. I get tiered of this situation fast, and throw her on the bed, ass up, I dont want to look at her shitty dye job anymore, so I fuck her so hard her head goes under the pillows and then it hits the head board. I just fuck her in this position till she comes three times, and I finally finish, which was hard to do, cause even in this position she is a loose bitch, fucking sloppy. She rolls over, starts to kiss me with the same mouth she sucked off many of men I am sure. I took my hand put it in her face and pushed her on the bed again, she starts screaming, something about me having a problem. I tell her to shut up, and begin fucking her again, she doesnt come this time, she just screams. Screams of pleasure, or screams of pain, doesnt matter really to me, its all the same. I come in her again, and she gets up. She walks over, crying, to her clothes. When they are broken like this, it makes things easier, when I see them so fucking pathetic. You act and dress like a whore, but you get treated like one and then you want to act like you have feelings. I push my way over to you, through the pillows and covers on the floor. I love it up, saying to stay, and have a hot shower, and Ill buy you dinner, and you stay, cause your self confidence is so low, youll stick around for the least bit of attention. I grab your ass, and tell you to go to bath room. I follow you, asking you what you might want to eat. You bend over to turn on the water. I reach over and put on hand on the shower curtain, and one hand on your back. Even though I was touching you, I cant feel you. Then I reach over, and pull a bag of pills out of shirt pocket, and tell you to take them, that it was best shit on the market. You take them, only to try and smother your pain, and you had stopped trying to take control, you let me be in power which was your first mistake, not like you really had a choice. Now is when I sit back, and Im telling myself to stop, but I can no longer hear myself, after three years of screaming, soon, it becomes background noise. After choking down the pills, you lay almost lifeless, and for a moment, beautiful. When you close your eyes, I snatch down the shower curtain, you try to move in alarm, but you really just dont care anymore. Maybe if you would have fought back you would still be alive, but I doubt it. I bet this is what dying feels like, not feeling at all.
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I watched as they dragged your body out into the streets and beat it with your dismembered limbs.
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I thought i was going to write something important, but i forgot what it was.