i confess i'm at my wits end. i can't stand my neighbor playing his guitar. i've asked him numerous times to kindly turn his amp down. i've even suggested he get those sound absorbing foam tiles to put on his wall, he said he'll look into it... yet i still hear him loudly sucking on guitar playing awful ska riffs and shitty covers of Sublime bullshit all day. he's fucking terrible. i can't take it anymore. i can hear him right now. its 11 at night and i have work in the morning. if he doesnt call it a day in the next 10 minutes i'm going over there, knock on his door, and when he answers i'll stab him in the neck with a rusty kitchen knife. i'll update this thread from prison in the future. so long guys.
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I almost killed my sister by slitting her throat with a knife in the middle of the night.
Me and my siblings would always get into shenanigans at night after everyone else was asleep, but this was definitely different. I remember going upstairs into the kitchen and grabbing a paring knife before sneaking into my sister's room while she was asleep. I gently woke her up and asked if I could try something with her.
She accepted, so had her sit up and I grabbed the back of her head to pull it down, exposing her neck to me. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it, so I told her to just close her eyes and tell me how it felt before I laid her down across my lap with her head hanging over my legs. I pulled out the knife, held her head in place, exposed her neck to me again, and told her not to move.
At first I just placed the knife across her neck on the flat side. She said it was cold, and asked what it was. I told her it was a knife, and you could tell she was both nervous and confused. She asked what I was going to do to her, and I responded by asking if she trusted me. She only nodded, so I kept going.
She had these creases that went across her neck, and one was right on top of her little adams apple. I took the blade, flipped it to the sharp side, and gently pressed it there.
She told me it was sharp, to which I didn't reply. The way the moonlight shining through the window made her pale neck sparkle along with the fact that I had a knife to her throat was more than enough for me to stay silent. I finally spoke and told her to tell me when to stop. She said okay, she would and so I pressed down with the knife until I could see the knife biting into her skin and I was sure it would cut her.
And then I slid the knife across her skin. Not much, just a few millimeters. She immediately whispered to me it was too sharp several times and I froze. I asked if she was sure and she said yes, it felt like I was cutting into her throat.
For some reason I told her I wanted to try again and if she told me it was too much I would be done for today. For some crazier reason she still agreed, but you could tell she was nervous now as I watched her swallow with me still pressing the knife to her neck.
So I decided I would press a little harder this time and try to cut slower. Though, I didn't know if I would stop if she asked me to in my head.
I drag the knife slowly across her neck again, adding a little more pressure. I swear I could hear the knife cutting into her skin as I made the slicing motion. She whimpered, almost confirming my actions. I could see her skin being tugged at with the knife's edge.
She whispered for me to stop, practically begging, and for a brief moment I thought about ending her life right there. I could feel the vibrations of her talking through the knife; I wanted nothing more than to cover her mouth with my hand before jamming the knife hard into her neck and just sawing into her throat. I could only imagine what that knife felt like to her.
Her throat was the kind that sticks out from her neck a bunch when she lifts her head up. She would let me choke her/play with her neck, she would look up and swallow for me, and even pretend to play dead whenever I "killed" her, so to have her in front of me in that moment, where I could do everything for real was way too enticing to me.
I wanted to know what her neck looked like on the inside. I wanted to see her adams apple, her trachea, her veins, and all the muscles that made her neck function. But at the same time I knew if I opened her throat to see those, I would kill my sister for sure.
I looked down at her again. She couldn't see my face from the angle I had her, so she wouldn't know if I chose to stop or not until I moved the knife again. She asked me not to cut her, still trying to plead with me, and feeling her neck move while trying to speak without getting cut drove me crazy. I tightened my grip on the blade, carefully covered her mouth, and made one quick slice across her throat.
The knife made a sound that was like quietly ripping paper as I drug it across my sister's neck. She made a muffled gasp, and I watched miniscule beads of blood appear under the knife. I only tried to cut through the skin covering her adams apple. I decided that would be my final decision on if I continued or not. I will never understand why she didn't fight back; I'm guessing fear or not wanting to accidentally get cut deeper.
The cut I made was actually much smaller than I thought. I thought skin was thinner, but I was also afraid of what would happen if I didn't go through with cutting her throat and then got caught if she showed or told anyone. But you could see a thin line of blood and the mark from me holding the knife to her for so long.
At this point she was trembling; and so was I at both the prospect of getting caught if she told on me for holding a knife to her, or going to jail for slitting my sister's throat and possibly beheading her.
I forced her to agree that neither of us would speak of this and that I wouldn't try it again. Of course she accepted these terms and slowly left her room, trying to make sure she wouldn't try anything. I got her to go back to bed.
I took that knife and put it back in the kitchen and snuck back into my room. After a while I was sure she wasnt going to wake anybody up, and I wanted to go back to her room, just say fuck it and kill her, but I think reality was finally sinking in. I also wouldn't be able to play with her neck anymore. So I decided to try to sleep. I couldn't though. Not after that night.
Interesting, my post was deleted.
Maybe because it was long and stupid. You know those cam vids of teen girls showing and bating etc we have on ML?
Well, my buy told me a story last week about his 15 yo niece and I thought I'd share it.
super hot like a lot of these but he'd have no reason to make it up while we were having beers. It was a long conversation so it is a long post.
I kept it since I can't write in that tiny post box.
I'll give you all the details as I can remember and try to use some of his words.
Nothing much, but I think about it.
His favorite niece, pretty 15 yo (he showed me a pic, yummy)
She asked him very seriously the other week if she and he could lay down next to each other naked. They didn't have to touch each other.
He laughed and said no way! How could you talk like that?
She was hurt and embarrassed and started to tear up.
He said he was sorry, that she could ask him anything and asked why?
She said that he was her favorite uncle and they were often together (big family)
All her friends had fucked an older guy or at least played around kissing touching but all naked so they could see his cock fully hard.
The ones who hadn't were teased.
He told me he looked really hard at her fully formed body nice tits and the way she looked at him, her eyes, and pleaded with him for just this once. He did get a stir and said he felt embarrassed inside.
He asked why me?
I trust you and you won't do anything to me and I don't know another man as nice as you.
I can't !
I used to change your diapers and I love you like you my daughter and fathers don't have those feelings for their daughters. (he isn't married)
Amazingly she said, yes they do they just have to not show it. My GFs and I look at sites and listen to men talk about girls our age which is why they all had been with a older man naked together.
He said his jaw dropped, his little niece!
He thought real hard about her going to find another guy and maybe it should be him.
But, sweety, we won't even touch.
That's ok, I can tell them I did touch your penis, they won't know, I only have to describe it in detail.
Well why don't all the girls lie?
And here's the part he couldn't believe, and my jaw dropped too.
Well, when we tell each other what happened in every detail about his penis, the girl has to bate and they watch to see if she gets really wet which shows she really is thinking about the cock she just played with and they touch themselves too!
Holy Fuck ! Not scientific but fucking hot!
Again he said he understood, but he couldn't and it was against the law and if any of her GFs teacher/parents/whatever ever found out they all would be in big trouble as sex offenders.
He said she looked so disappointed, I have to tell them something!
Now, I'm listening to this, as a perv getting a twitch and shifting my jeans.
Dude? I would have a Hard time with that, it's only being together like a nude beach, nothing sexual !
So he goes, I'm not doing something with my nice, just no way, I don't even look or think about girls that young.
Fair enough, but Dude I look at them they're hot.
Not me I don't even want to see I don't want to tempt my fantasies.
(Wow, not for me)
So what happened?
Well she was totally upset and pissed and she would never have any friends.
Why do you need friends like that? They aren't real friends, blah blah.
Then she looked at me like only a teen can, Uncle Bob, what do you know? You don't know anything. You're going to ruin my life. My favorite uncle is supposed to be there for me.
He said, the knife went in deep, was embarrassed at giving her that old BS.
Bud, she was serious, and she would go find someone else.
Buddy I'm fucked if I don't do something!
Is seeing a hard penis while you are naked the requirement?
And you have to get excited to do it again with her friends?
She nodded, yes please that's all.
Ok, this is all I'll do and everything will your fault if someone finds out.
I'll take a shower and have a hard penis.
You get naked and peek in the shower curtain and play with yourself and I won't look and pretend I don't know you're there.
Her eyes lit up and she was all thank you uncle !
Dude! that was a hella great idea!
Did you do it?
Dude, every detail I'll buy beer for a month!
So the next weekend at the family BBQ he took a shower before dinner as planned.
She came in with a towel wrapped around, pretending like she was changing her clothes and just came in to get something.
He heard the door and started wanking faster.
And he grinned to me, I wanted my boner as big as possible, this is the only time I'll ever show a girl so what the fuck.
She peeked in the curtain at the back and he turned to give her a profile as he slowly wanked, but still looking forward.
Unknown to her, he had the cabinet open a bit and the mirror was set so he could see thru the front of the curtain and see her reflection.
There she was, towel on the floor, wanking fast with one foot on the bowel and her nose in the curtain.
Dude! what did she look like?
Fuck you perv, she's my niece you can't wank on her you saw her pic.
He said he felt the biggest cum rising and slowed down to just a tickle as he got hard and that big vein moment, you guys know.
He then lifted it almost straight up and shot up onto his belly and all over his fist and made sure it was really viable.
(guys we have to assume the shower spray wasn't in the way)
After that he started to get busy taking his shower.
He watched in the mirror as she ducked her head out and had a mouth open head back cum. Her knees went a bit week and she leaned back on the wall for a few seconds, grabbed her towel and snuck out.
At dinner he asked her how her friends were and she says they are getting together tomorrow and are planning something really fun but she didn't know what.
He said she smiled big looked him right in the eyes for a long time and he said maybe you can tell them about this great BBQ we're having. She laughed and said you bet. Her mom looked and went huh? When he was leaving she came up to him gave him a hug, kissed him on the cheek real good and told him he was her favorite uncle.
And buddy, you tell no one and it will never happen again so don't ask.
I had a boner and had to wank one out later.
Shit this long, I hope it wasn't boring.
Not quite an ML story, but fuck, I contributed.
Mostly to the Female members/contributors, tell us about the first time you had anal sex. Please tells us how old you were, did you enjoy it, was it forced, and how painful it was?
I will most likely bypass any gay/bi experiences posted by men, but if any men want to share any M on F anal dalliances feel free.
First time I gave it to a woman up the arse was a black hooker who i paid 50$ to, she really did not want to do it, and I offered her the 50$ and she said ok, honestly thought she was going to try and get more out of me. She truly did not enjoy the experience, and i think she kept her asshole clinched the whole time which made it worse for her and better for me.
The next few times were random one night standers where i would just try and stick it in after getting my dick all wet in their puss. One girl I was just fucking hard doggy style and it slipped out of the puss and into the ass she screamed like i stabbed her with a knife(that was hot).
The one that sticks out the most was this little freak who begged for it in the ass, she licked and played with mine too. The only squirter i have ever been with, I was giving it to her up the ass in the missionary position and was finger banging her pussy at the same time and the cum just came puring out of her like her water broke if she were pregnant. she was such a freak i came like four times in 2 hours, never done that b4 or since.
Now I just get to give it to my wife, she reluctantly allows me to do it every once in awhile. She Does not enjoy it at all, and finds it mostly painful, which is part of the enjoyment for me, but i do love my wife and would rather it was some random slut i was giving the pain to.
Anyone here like knife play. Had a girl long time ago that was into it and I wanna talk about your experiences. I loved it
I need this play as clip so badly or someone can roleplay with me this story. Anyone?
Play: The Knife-to-the-Heart execution
Alternating Perspectives: Me and Her
Scene 0: Conversation in the Cell Before Execution
A small cell is illuminated by the cold, flickering white neon light on the ceiling. The chilly concrete walls are covered with scratches from previous prisoners. She sits on an old wooden bench with tattered edges, her thin, worn green prisoner’s uniform clinging to her body, damp with sweat. I stand in front of the iron door, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white, my eyes filled with pain and longing I try to hide.
Me:
(In my mind)
I look at her. Her fragile frame brims with life. I lean down slowly, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat echoes "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly in the silence, steady yet tense at around 90 beats per minute. It’s so strong, the contractions firm as if it could keep beating for years. I want to tell her she shouldn’t have to end like this, but the truth is too cruel.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"In a few minutes, they’ll take you away. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I have to tell you what’s about to happen first. Your heartbeat... it’s so strong, you know? The contractions are firm and steady. It could beat for so much longer..."
Her:
(In her mind)
I sit on the cold, old wooden bench. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." in my chest as you lean closer. I feel your warm breath against my skin, warming me amidst the fear. But I know... the heart you call strong is about to stop soon.
(Speaking aloud, voice shaky)
"It’s really time, isn’t it? Tell me. I want to know... I want to hear it from you. Even if my heart is strong... it won’t last much longer. Soon it’ll stop, and I’ll finally rest."
I take a deep breath, placing a small wooden box containing clothes and a white cloth on the bench beside her. My hands tremble slightly as I pick up a white undergarment, my fingers brushing the fabric lightly.
Me:
(In my mind)
I don’t want to say it at all, but I have to. I want her to have some control before it all ends.
(Speaking aloud)
"The execution method... They told me to explain it to you and let you choose. There are two options. The first is an injection. You’ll lie on a bed, I’ll inject the lethal injection into your veins, and you’ll fall asleep quietly, without pain. Your body will gradually shut down, like a nightmare ending. The second is strangulation with a cloth... It’s slower. You’ll feel it, feel me, until the very last moment. As for clothes... you need to change out of this prisoner’s uniform. I have a simple white undergarment, soft and thin, or a thin black robe that covers more of your body. I want you to choose... at least so you feel you have something in your hands before it’s all over."
Her:
(In her mind)
I stare at the box with empty eyes. My heart beats "thump-thump..." a little slower as I think. The injection would let me go quietly, but I don’t want to leave you without feeling anything. I want to stay with you longer, even if it hurts. I want to feel you.
(Speaking aloud, taking a deep breath)
"If it’s the injection, I won’t feel anything, right? It’ll be quick... but I won’t really get to say goodbye to you. But with the cloth... I’ll stay with you longer... I’ll feel you until the last second, won’t I?"
Me:
(In my mind)
Her question pierces my heart. I nod, tears welling up. She’s accepted her death, but I can’t come to terms with it.
(Speaking aloud)
"Yes... If it’s the cloth, you’ll stay conscious for a while. I’ll be with you every second. I’ll make you feel me... even though it has to end."
Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve decided. I want to feel you, even if it’s the last time.
(Speaking aloud)
"Then I choose the cloth strangulation... I want to feel you until the very end. I don’t want to leave without feeling anything. As for the clothes... I’ll take the white undergarment. I want it to be simple... and if you have to see me for the last time, I want it to be like this—plain, but me."
Me:
(In my mind)
My tears drip onto the floor. She’s made her choice... I take the white undergarment from the box, my hands brushing the fabric lightly. I long to stop time right here.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"Are you sure? It won’t be easy—for you or for me. But I’ll make it as gentle as I can. I’ll be with you... and I’ll make you happy before it all ends."
Her:
(In her mind)
I gently take your hand. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." faster, reaching 100 beats per minute. The warmth from your palm seeps into me. I want to hug you tightly, but I know we have to move forward.
(Speaking aloud)
"Thank you for letting me choose. I trust you. Do it for me, please. I want it to be you... not anyone else."
I help her change, my hands touching her skin tenderly. I slowly remove her old prisoner’s uniform and slip the white undergarment onto her. My fingers tremble as I adjust the edges.
Scene 1: Leading to the Execution and the Start of Pleasure
Me:
(In my mind)
I hold her hand gently, leading her from the cell to the execution chamber. My hand wraps around her wrist as if afraid she’ll vanish. The narrow hallway is frigid, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The execution room is dim, lit only by a faint overhead lamp casting light onto an old wooden chair. I guide her to sit slowly. Her white undergarment bears faint sweat stains. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat rings out "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly, strong and steady at about 100 beats per minute. It’s still so alive... if only it weren’t today.
(Speaking aloud)
"I don’t want you to go... but if you must, I’ll make you happy until the last moment. I’ll do it as gently as I can."
Her:
(In my mind)
I feel your hand around my wrist, warm and steady amidst the cold. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." at around 100 beats per minute. Fear creeps in, but having you beside me calms me somewhat. You sit me down, the cold wood against my skin. I feel your breath on my chest again, my heart pounding louder in my chest.
(Speaking aloud, breathing quickly)
"You... I’m scared... but I want to feel you. Do it... I’m ready."
I pick up a long white cloth from the table beside us, draping it around her neck lightly. My fingers brush the skin at the nape of her neck slowly.
Me:
(In my mind)
I loop the cloth around her neck. Her heart speeds up to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, rapid and forceful. I gently pull her undergarment halfway down, exposing her trembling skin under the dim light. She moans "Ah..." as my fingers touch her sensitive spot. Her heartbeat rings clear in my ear.
(Speaking aloud)
"Do you feel good... I want you to feel me. I’ll make you happy."
Her:
(In her mind)
I feel the cloth around my neck, but your gentleness keeps me from being afraid. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute. You pull my undergarment down, my skin quivering in the cold air. I moan "Ah..." as you touch me. You enter in me gently, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 140 beats per minute. Pleasure floods my body, washing away the fear.
(Speaking aloud)
"I feel you... Ah... It’s good..."
Scene 2: Heightened Pleasure with Strangulation
Me:
(In my mind)
I gradually quicken my movements, every touch filled with longing. I tighten the cloth slightly, my hands trembling. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat pounds "thump-thump-thump-thump..." fast and heavy at 160 beats per minute, barely pausing. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body trembles and tenses. She reaches climax with an "Ah!" I feel the heat peak, and I release inside her. My warmth flows into her. Her heart still beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud)
"Are you happy... I want you to feel me to the fullest. I long for you so much..."
Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and I feel your love in every movement. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 160 beats per minute, loud enough to burst. I moan "Ah... You!" Pleasure surges to its peak, and I climax with an "Ah!" Then I feel your heat—your warmth flowing into me. My heart slows to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute, still brimming with life.
(Speaking aloud, struggling to breathe)
"I feel your love flowing into me... Ah... It’s warm and full of you. Today’s my fertile day... I’d surely conceive from this, I can feel it from what you’ve given me. But... it’s a shame I won’t get to see it..."
I tighten the cloth a bit more, my hand brushing her shoulder gently. Her heart slows to "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 130 beats per minute.
Scene 3: Farewell Amidst Pleasure
Her:
(In her mind)
You slow your movements, but I still feel your warmth. My heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute. It’s slowing but still trying to keep going. I look at you, tears welling up, my vision starting to blur.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"If I didn’t have to die, I’d surely be pregnant from this... But... there’s no chance now..."
Me:
(In my mind)
I slow down. Her heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute, the rhythm slowing but determined. My tears fall. She speaks of a child we’ll never see. I long to stop everything. I place my left hand on her left chest, fingers brushing her warm, sweat-damp skin. I press lightly to find the spot where her heart beats strongest. Beneath my palm, I feel the firm contraction "thump... thump..." so clear. I pick up a short knife from the table beside us, gripping the handle tightly with my right hand. The sharp tip glints in the dim light. I position it at that spot, just below her third rib on the left, barely touching her skin, not pressing yet. Her heart still beats "thump... thump..." with resolve.
(Speaking aloud, whispering)
"If it were real, I’d love it as much as I love you. I long for the life we could’ve had together. But now... I’m sorry it has to end like this. Do you feel the knife... I’ll set you free. I promise."
Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel your love in those words. My heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute. It’s tired, but I still want to tell you. I feel the cold tip of the knife against my skin. Fear flashes through me, but I’m glad... you’ll free me from this torment. My heart slows but keeps fighting.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... Find the truth for me... Remember me... I feel it now. You’ll set me free, won’t you..."
Me:
(In my mind)
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute, the rhythm weakening. I want her to know I’ll never forget her. The knife’s tip remains poised, my hand trembling slightly, but I’m resolute.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... I’ll find the truth. You’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you. I’ll give you one last moment of happiness, then set you free."
Scene 4: Ultimate Pleasure Before Departure
Me:
(In my mind)
I quicken my movements again to give her maximum pleasure. My left hand presses against her chest, the knife’s tip steady at the same spot below her third rib on the left. Her heart surges momentarily to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if unleashing its final burst of energy. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body tenses, her arms wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly until I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my skin. Pleasure overwhelms her, almost spilling over. At the peak of her final climax, I release the cloth from her neck instantly, letting her breathe deeply. I thrust the knife down with full strength. The blade slices through her skin and muscle, plunging deep into her chest, piercing her heart directly between its two chambers. Bright red blood spurts out immediately, streaming over her white undergarment and staining my hands. I feel the resistance of her beating heart as the knife cuts through—it still contracts "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, fueled by excitement and pleasure. Her heart fights the wound, blood seeping out with every beat. I feel her intense response, her body trembling. Her heart slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, the contractions heavy and sluggish. Her grip begins to loosen, her fingers easing from my skin. The sound becomes "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm faltering. Her consciousness fades, but she smiles broadly as if in a pleasant dream. Her heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, the contractions visibly weakening. Her arms fall from my neck, resting on my shoulders as if reluctant to let go. I quicken my pace to climax with her. Her heart beats faintly "thump......" one last time, a heavy, prolonged contraction as if fighting its final battle but succumbing. I release inside her again, my warmth mingling with the blood flowing out. Her body clenches tightly around me in a fierce, involuntary reaction despite her unconsciousness. Her heart stops completely at 0 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud, breathing heavily)
"Your final 'thump' was full of happiness and effort. I felt that strong, weary contraction. Your heart fought until the end. I’ve set you free... and I felt you fully in this moment."
Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if releasing its last energy. I moan "Ah... You!" My body tenses, my arms wrapping around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms me. You release the cloth, and I breathe deeply, savoring the thrill. Then I feel the knife plunge in—a sudden pain mixed with fear, but I’m glad... you’re freeing me. Warm blood flows from my chest. My heart beats "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, struggling against the wound, still alive with happiness and excitement. It slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, heavy and slow. My grip weakens, fingers relaxing. The sound fades to "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm breaking. My consciousness blurs, but I smile widely. My heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, beating so faintly it’s nearly gone. My arms fall, and you quicken again. I feel your heat as you release inside me. My heart gives one last "thump......" a firm, lingering contraction as if leaving everything behind. I lose consciousness, but my body clenches around you fiercely. My spirit senses this happiness even as my heart stops.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"I felt the knife... and the happiness... Thank you for setting me free..."
Scene 5: Departure and Beyond-Life Reaction
Me:
(In my mind)
Her heart is silent. I pull the knife out, blood trickling from the wound in her chest in thin streams. I move inside her slowly, her body twitching faintly from nerve reflexes. Her muscles clench around me in a beyond-life reaction. Her warmth fades gradually. I withdraw, setting the knife aside. Tears stream down my face as I lean down to embrace her body. I place my hand on her left chest again—the wound still oozes blood. I press lightly, searching for a heartbeat, but there’s nothing... no "thump-thump" anymore. I press my ear to her chest, the silence tearing at my heart. I stroke her arm, hoping for a breath. I check her wrist for a pulse, but there’s no sign of life. Her body is utterly still. I long for her to come back.
(Speaking aloud, whispering through tears)
"You... Your heart’s stopped. That final 'thump' still echoes in my ears. It was strong and full of life before I set you free. Your body held me for a moment, muscles clenching around me, then slowly relaxing... Your warmth is fading. I know you’re gone, but I hoped you’d still be here. Time of death: 18:45... I checked everything—no signs of life. I long for you so much it breaks me... I’ll never forget you, not for a second."
Her:
(In her mind)
I feel lighter and lighter. My body twitches faintly. I sense you still inside me briefly, your warmth lingering as I grow cold. My spirit drifts from my body. I look down and see you holding me, your face buried in my chest, tears flowing endlessly. I watch you check my body—pressing my chest, stroking my arm, feeling my wrist. You hope I’m still alive. I want to tell you I’m okay now. I float closer, trying to touch your shoulder, but I have no form. I say, "You... You did your best. I was truly happy. You freed me from torment. I felt love and joy until the last moment. My body responded to you even after I left. I’m not in pain or afraid anymore. I’ll always be in your heart. Don’t blame yourself..." But you can’t hear me. A light pulls me away. I smile at you one last time, whispering, "Thank you... and goodbye..." Then I’m gone.
Fantasy
It all starts when Jen decides to stop speaking to me. I loose it I drive to li I start beating her. Choking her and tying her up I put her in my fucking trunk. I drive the 2 hours back to my place I sneak her into my apartment. I lay her down on the floor whip out my dick and piss on her and watch her gag and struggle to get away.
By now there is a ball gag in her mouth so all of her screams are muffled. I untie her and put my gun to her head I watch the tears streaming down her face asking me why!? Why!!? What did I do? I respond by removing the gag and putting my cock in her mouth. I tell her start sucking and no teeth otherwise I'll knock her the fuck out.
She starts slow I yell faster! Deeper! Suck my cock you stupid fucking whore. She goes deeper I can feel her gag on my cock I ran my cock down her throat and force her head down I feel her struggling to breathe and throwing up on my cock.
That's right you stupid slut! Choke! Pass out from it! I feel some teeth so I pull my cock out and smack her so hard I see her jaw shoot to the side and back. What did I say!? You stupid bitch no teeth!!!
Next time it won't be a slap she cries and begs me to stop I tell her to go fuck herself and shove my cock back down into her vomit filled mouth "now suck it you pimply face smut!"
She goes hard and deep like her life depended on it little did she know it did. I make her suck my cock and use her tears as my lube.
I feel teeth a again I pull out my cock and I hook her with my left hand she hits the floor and goes limp.
All 4 foot 11 and 114 pounds of her have become my toy my slave my fucktoy.
I pick her body up of the floor I put her on my bed and tie her to the bed posts I piss on her again and climb on top of her I place both my hands around her throat and shake her till she wakes.
The pure panic in her eyes made my cock hard I begin choking her and watch her struggle to get free and breathe as I watch her face change colors I spit in her open mouth. I lick her face and I let go.
I tell her she has no idea what she is getting into. I go to my closet I grab the dildos and vibrators I climb onto the bed and shove the 12 inch one right down her throat and pull it out and watch her vomit. In return I vomit right in her mouth. What you don't know at this point is that has a phobia of vomit she starts crfreezes up and shuts down mentally.
I punch her in the temple and tell her we are just getting started whore! I slide her yoga pants down and expose a pink lace thong God how I love these underwear.
I tell her I'm finally going to satisfy you you stupid bitch as I put the vibrator to her pissy lips. I tape the vibrator right to her abdomen and focus it right on her sensitive clit. I take my 7 inch dildo spit on it and start entering her slowly making her crave it teasing her then suddenly I cram it in her and listen to her scream I leave it in her tight pussy I turn the vibrator up and she squirms I go to the kitchen and get the sharpest knife I can find I cut her shirt off of her exposing her bra
I slide her tiny little a cups out of that bra and start licking her odd shaped nipples her most sensitive spot
I bit them and suck them I take the blade of the knife and put it to the left one and she begs please no don't do it
I reAch over and find my nipple clamps I set them on her nipple and listen to her cry out in pain. I tell her I'll be back don't come to much I'm not done yet. I grab my phone and hers and go to the living room I go through her phone and find texts and pictures of her with other guys cocks in her mouth.
I send them all to my phone I look through her photos and find some of her playing with her self with a guys name written on her tits blowing kisses. I send those too as I'm searching I here her screaming at first from fright and now turning to pleasure and moaning I walk back into the room jerking my cock and ask her about these other guys and she struggles to talk from her orgasms she laughs when she cums btw I punch that stupid whore in the ribs and she lets out a scream I go into the living room and grab a softball bat I decide to beat her with it not to hard as to kill her but hard enough to hurt I start at her midsection and work down those thick legs welts begin to form she is crying so hard and screaming she can't breathe I decide to take the vibrator off and dive face first into her pussy I dig my face into her pussy and begin to eat her and make her come I could feel her gushing but I just kept going I wrap my arms around her thighs and dig in harder she is screaming with pleasure at this point and I just keep going I want to make her squirt I start throwing fingers into her tight quivering pussy in and out in and out putting as many finger as I could in her pussy and finger fucking her as hard and fast as I could all while licking her clit. Finally just a few minutes later she squirts!
I burry my face back into her pussy to taste her sweet juice she starts shaking as if she is convulsing she can't speak but I refuse to stop my jaw starts locking up but I start using my nose and chin and continue pleasuring her finally after all my energy is expended I just lay my face in her sweet pussy she is still shaking unable to speak I say this is what I've always wanted you stupid cunt. I wanted to see you convulsing from you Cumming told you I'd make you squirt as I speak I rip off the nipple clamps I put on earlier. She lays motionless on my bed. I put the ball gag back in her mouth. I take my dick stick it in her still quivering pussy
and fuck her missionary as hard as i can thrusting everything I have into her tiny pelvis I start crying telling her I love her and how she is such a whore the closer I come to cumming I'm trying to decide do I cum inside her or on her pimply face. To late I lay my hot seed in her tiny pussy I tell her how much I love her and how I can't wait for her to have my child. She starts crying and I punch her in the face I knock her out. I get up and decide to shower. I take her phone with me and leave the door open so I can see her beautiful self lying there motionless. I take a few pictures of her lying there and send them to her guy friends she has been fucking. I get in the shower and clean myself. When I get out I decide to flip her over i untie her unconscious body and flip her showing off her phat ass. God how I love her ass so big and tight I just wanna fuck it. I pull her thong to the side and start sniffing her asshole my god it smells so sweet I spread her cheeks and start eating her delicious ass I couldn't get enough of it I just kept going she began to stir so I suck my finger and slowly insert it into her Virgin asshole she moaned but didn't tighten up I slowly begin fucking her ass with my finger spitting on it as I go. I put on a second finger and she wines I slow down use more spit and she loosens up. I turn my orientation so she can suck my cock I tell her be my dirty little slut and get it nice and spit covered so it doesn't hurt as bad. I put another finger and she winced and bit my cock I immediately pull my fingers out and my cock I grab her face and told her I told you no teeth whore. I start spanking her ass till its beat red she starts crying again I tell her stop crying I haven't even started yet I put the tip of my cock to her asshole and told her she has to pay for what she has done. I thrust with all my might and enter her she lets out a scream. I punch the back of her head repeatedly jab after jab until my knuckles hurt. I pull her head back by her hair I spit on her face and slap her with my other hand. I start thrusting my cock in and out of her tight asshole hard and fast I'm loving how tight it feels plus I can thrust hard and hit all that ass for cushion it's amazing i exclaimed how come you never let me do this before smut she doesn't answer I grab her dark brown hair and pull so hard that some of it stays in my hand I told her answer me whore or else. She was unconscious so I continued to fuck her until I felt like I was gonna come and then I pulled out and shoved my cock in her mouth I screamed yeah birch how does your ass taste!? Still no answer I face fuck her and come on her face I pull out my phone and video the face fucking and cumshot. I untie her body strip her naked and throw her in the shower and let the cold water wake her up she starts crying in a ball on the shower floor I told her it's not over yet. I call all of my coworkers tell them about this hoe they can run train on and tell them to bring smokes. An hour later 5 guys show up and the fun starts
Im so fucking pissed right now. My boyfriend Joannie dumped me and now I am about to take a fucking knife and cut my uncut mushroom tip off!!!! Then, I'm going to go shit in my neighbors daughters bed and sniff the panties that have touched her hairy ass African jungle pubes which I have jacked off to 5.35 times. IDK what to do!!! I just want Joannie to run into my apartment and fuck me in the ass with his big fat hairy fucking pee pee while we play Job For A Cowboy - Entombment of a machine and candles light the room.