how it tasted or how it tasted the first time i was taken, how i was walking back from the bathroom and the next thing i knew i was on my back and i was on my bed and i was out of my clothes and he was on me and he was in me and i wanted him off and my head was whipping no no no and every single muscle in my being fucked body was tense and clenching trying to turn to stone and trying to force him out and force me elsewhere and i mean every muscle even my cunt muscle and in retrospect that probably made everything even better for him but all it did for me was make me walk around sore and sore and sorer for three days limping and stepping gingerly like an old lady and i couldn't even carry my books and he didn't offer it tasted of filled milk cuz we didn't have the fresh kind out there just the thin oily stuff reconstituted with coconut oil and it tasted of chicken marinated in hawaiian punch and fingers dipped in honey and then jello gelatin raw before you dissolve it and make it jiggle and it smelled of plumeria and rain on cracked asphalt and it sounded like the bells at the voc-tech across the street ringing to let the motorheads out of class and it tasted like copper and it tasted like spit and it tasted like the little bits of teeth that i chipped off and it smelled of chlorine and coppertone and it sounded like no no no katrina grace craig lives and writes in washington state. Send feedback to Grrowl! |