Author S. K. Nicholas

As I remove the glass from the palms of my hands, she appears in the mirror. Blood drips onto the bathroom floor. It pools around my feet as she wraps her arms around me. I’m naked, and as she grabs my cock, I turn and push her against the wall. Such a sweet cunt, but there’s a time and a place. The shards are digging in, and the longer I leave them, the more chance there is of never getting them out. She’s wearing black tights and a dress with an image of a tiger on it. There’s no bra, and as she resists me, I can feel her nipples rubbing against my chest. My cheeks are sunken, and nausea rules with an iron fist. Licking her lips, she tries to wriggle free of my grasp, but I tighten my grip around her throat. Temptation getting the better of me, and I lift up her dress. Those breasts of hers are just as I remember, and with all the strength I can muster, I resist touching them. Transfixed, the room slowly begins to spin as her words pick away at my innermost fears. My nails digging into her flesh, she laughs as I glide the fingers of my free hand over her belly. There’s no control anymore, and despite not wanting to, I lower my head and place my mouth on her right nipple. When I suck it, she puts her hand on mine and increases the pressure on her neck. The scent of her sex makes me delirious, and as I glimpse its secrets, the lightbulb flashes then shatters. In near darkness, I get to my feet and try throwing her out, but she gets the better of me. Falling on my back, in an instant she’s pushing me in, only this time, it’s her who’s doing the choking. I hate her with everything I have, and yet I always invite her in. Dissolving as she takes me, she places her lips on mine. Biting my tongue until she draws blood, I shoot my seed inside of her and cease to exist.