It starts with a bloody kiss, a kiss from the blood on my lips where I licked the razor cut. It is tinged with the white powder where you broke the white rock on her ass cheek. There is no way to describe the feeling, so hot, so erotic and I sometimes wonder if the feeling could ever be so intense again? Of course it is; every fucking time we plot, hunt and capture our victim. Picture the first time you broke a virginal cherry, tasted her sweet cunt juice or felt the needle pierce your skin.
With that first bloody kiss, we jumped down the proverbial Rabbit Hole, never to return or regain our sanity. She sits in the corner, makeup smeared and begging for more. Yet she knows more means she will be used more. Even in her battered and torn state, she is plotting on how to become an accomplice for us, how to toss one of her little friends under the bus. This is how it begins, our unending supply of party favors that all began with late night plotting and a bloody kiss.
Written By: Poison Ivy
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