Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

The people in this town think I’m nuts,
they just don't know how right they are.

People around me, give me my inspiration Officer M. Thanks for the story. No harmful intent is meant to anyone, this is just for simple pleasure. This story draws characters from real life, however the story itself is 100% fictional. This is the world of fantasy and fiction where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored. (Plus I love messing with the minds of others...hehe)

Years ago I lost the ability to catch the type of fish I was after, so I devised a plan that involved using a different type of worm. That was where my neighbor became involved... she became my bait. She is young, pretty, thin, and has child-like qualities that my type of prey tend to desire. All I had to do was stick the hook down her throat and she would unknowingly help me vanquish my enemies. I no longer had to chase my prey, she would bring them to the surface for me and reveal their hiding locations. Then I could rob them of their wealth, or force them to perform sexual acts of humiliation.

Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

Jay was in for what he thought was going to be a lousy weekend. Normally he spent his weekends patrolling the streets, preventing crime by spending most of his shift driving up and down well known streets. But for this weekend, he had agreed to change shifts with another officer who needed Wednesday and Thursday nights off to attend a meeting out of town.

He sat home alone, thinking about the different women he attracted just because of his uniform. Even though some of the encounters were frightening, it didn’t stop him from enjoying the job the loved. Occasionally he would spend most of his night shift posted at the local Q-Trip store watching the young girls come and go, flirting only with the ones who possessed young flirty girl-like qualities.

Officer Jay sat in the darkened room, smiling, thinking about a girl he had flirted with many times, when he was suddenly startled by a noise coming from his bedroom. Jay quickly rose, heart beating rapidly in his chest, took a deep breath and picked up his weapon from the coffee table. He heard footsteps coming his direction, so he quietly stepped behind a door going into the living room and waited on the intruder.

Jay was somewhat shocked when the intruder began walking into the living room. As the person came closer, he was surprised to see it was one of the girls he had flirted with at Q-Trip. She was dressed in low cut, tight fitting shirt and snug fitting jeans. He couldn’t help being turned on as he watched her stroll across the floor towards the kitchen, but then his officer training took effect and Jay stepped from the darkened corner.

“Put your hands where I can see them!” Jay shouted from the darkness.

All four foot, nine inches of Jennile froze.

“What are you doing in here?” Jay asked as he stepped towards her.

Jennile slowly turned around with a big naughty smile on her face, licked her lips, and stepped up to Jay, making contact with his body. “I just came by to say hello.”

Jay looked down at Jennile as she stared up at his 6’1”, 200lb body. He could feel the heat of her breath on his chest and it sent waves of pleasure descending deep enough to cause his cock to throb with excitement.

“How do I know you’re not here to rob or kill me?” Jay said with a slight smirk across his face.

“What do you want me to do? Take off my shirt to prove I’m not hiding anything?” Jennile giggled, took a step back away from Jay, and began removing her shirt. As Jay watched, she dropped it onto the floor, then removed her jeans and tossed them next to her shirt.

Jay began to smile. “That’s good, Jennile, but you might be hiding a weapon in your bra. So, I think you need to removed it, so I can make sure.”

Jennile unfastened the bra, and dropped it on the floor as Jay leaned forward to exam her lightly tanned nipples, and her smooth lean stomach. Jennile giggled like a schoolgirl as Jay ordered her down on her knees. She obediently knelt down in front of him. Jay reached down to her small petite body and stroked her pretty face and short black hair.

“I’m a bad girl. I need to be severely punished. Just please don’t take me to jail officer. I’ll do anything you want.” Jennile again giggled at the playful remarks.

Jay smiled and decided to play along with her little game. “All right, my little thief. Looks like I’m going to serve up a little harsh punishment. Unzip my pants.”

Her fingers lightly brushed against his semi-hardness, sending delicious tingles up and down Jay’s spine. Jennile swallowed hard as she reached her little hand inside his jeans. She could feel the soft cotton of his briefs, and the thick hardness of his cock underneath. Every movement of her fingers brought him pleasure as she slowly removed his cock. In her small hands, his cock looked like a monster, and she gasped when she saw its full length.

Jay grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her towards his cock. “Suck it for me you little bitch thief. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have you arrested for stealing.” Jay then pulled Jennile closer to his cock and ordered her to open her mouth. Jennile took his cock fully in her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue moved tentatively against the bottom of his cock, leaving a hot wet trail. Jay began taking short pants of air as he forced her head up and down his thick cock.

Unfortunately Jennile was much weaker than Jay and she couldn’t stop him from forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Jennile gagged and had to force herself back to keep from throwing up. Jay pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Well, now little thief, that was a good start, but now put you hands behind your back.”

Jennile started to resisted, but with his strength he was able to quickly restrain her. He cuffed her wrists together and pushed her onto the couch so that she was kneeling on the cushions, her face pressed into the back of the couch.

“What are you going to ...” she tried to say, just as he pressed a washrag into her mouth. Jennile struggled to spit it out, but he was on top of her, easily holding her in place with one knee on her back.

Jay’s cock had softened a bit, but it quickly became rock hard again as he reached around her and pulled down her underwear. His eyes hungrily sucked in the sight of her firm young ass as he yanked her panties from her thin body. Jay slid a finger in between her legs and started rubbing his finger over her smooth cunt. He slid a finger into her opening and began rubbing it back and forth. Jennile squirmed, trying to let out small squeals of pleasure. His excitement began to build as he placed the head of his cock near her tight anal opening and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down.

Without a warning, Jay felt someone behind him, but didn’t have a chance to even turn around before he felt a object being smashed against his skull. He awoke to his head aching. He cradled his head in his cuffed hands as his eyes scanned across the darken room. He tries to struggle, but can’t move.

Part Two:

Officer Jay attempted to focus in on his surroundings when he noticed a chain secured to the wall above his head. It lead down the wall and attached to a set of leg irons on his ankles. He attempts to pull free, but all he manages to do is clang the metal loud enough that it alerted those who were holding him against his will.

A rather large woman around age 40 walked into the room, followed by Jennile being pulled along with a dog lease and collar around her neck. Jay immediately knew he was in trouble when he recognized the woman as a local psycho that he had previous encounters with.

The psycho woman walked towards Jay, holding a 12” hunting knife firmly in her hand. Jay began tugging fiercely at the chains as the large woman laughed uproariously at his frantic attempt to free himself. She bent down beside his body, stroked the top of his head and whispered, “Shhh, don’t make a sound, I’m not going to hurt you. For now. If you play real nice and do as I tell you, you’ll live to play another day. Do you understand me officer?”

“This fucking joke has gone to damn far! Take these damn cuffs and chains off me!” Jay shouted, and then yanked at the chains that confined him.

“Naughty, naughty officer,” the woman said shaking her head back in forth. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson about who is now in charge. You see this knife I’m holding? You know what I like to do with knives...remember....I like to cut things. Have you ever been cut officer?”

“No I haven’t you crazy fucking psycho bitch! And if you touch me with that damn thing I’m going to blow you head off when I get out of here!”
The psycho woman laughed loudly and then pulled on the lease in her other hand, making Jennile yelp loudly as she stepped forth. “Use this knife to cut away all his clothes,” she ordered. Jennile quickly took the knife from her hand and stepped towards Jay. She cut his sleeves all the way to his shoulders until she was able to remove the shirt from over his head. Next she tugged at his jeans until she was able to pull them down far enough that she could cut them away from his body, leaving him only wearing his bright white cotton briefs.

“The briefs too, and then shave him. You know I like my men clean and hairless.”

Jay protested, but clamed down when Jennile began lathering around his cock with the cool shaving cream. As the alcohol began to burn, he got a instant hard on from the sensation around his balls. Jennile continued shaving Jay’s body until every part of his body was hairless. When she finished she rinsed his body with a shower sprayer that was attached to the wall. Jennile couldn’t help but enjoy herself as she leaned her wet body against his smooth wet chest muscles, and rubbed her hands up and down his semi-hard cock.

“Wash his cock with you mouth,” the psycho woman ordered. She watched as Jennile leaned down between his legs and delicately flicked her tongue over his balls. Her small lips kissed his shaft, and sucked his cock gently while her hands pulled on his smoothly shaven balls. Jay closed his eyes and arched his back as he enjoyed the sensation against his will.

Without warning, the psycho woman cracked a whip hard across Jay’s back. A fine red line immediately appeared, and he screamed out in pain. Jennile didn’t stop, she continued slurping and sucking Jay’s cock as if it were the only thing she had eaten that day.

Whack! Again the whip came down and Jay shouted out, “ What do you want with me? Let me go! Kidnapping charges are going to be filed against you!” Jennile continued engulfing his entire cock into her small mouth.

The psycho woman whacked Jay across his stomach, leaving him whimpering in pain.
Whack! “You’re a strong, powerful man, with nice muscles, a deep powerful voice, and hands that grip tight.” Whack! “You enjoy ejaculating you juice deep inside our pussies.” Whack! “You must learn to experience what we experience.” Jennile’s assault on Jay’s cock had him worked up to the point where he was ready cum, even if he was being beaten black and blue.

The psycho woman ordered Jennile off his cock, which left his cock aching for pussy. The psycho woman walked casually up to Jennile, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed Jennile passionately, while squeezing her ass. The psycho woman stepped back and licked her lips, “Nice. A lovely salty taste. Our big officer must be excited.”

The psycho woman slid her hand between Jennile legs and felt her moist mound. “My little woman is all wet. Are you enjoying yourself Jennile?”

“Yes Ma’am I am. Please may I have some more.”

The psycho woman squeezed Jennile nipples, and then sent her off to retrieve a large strap-on dildo. Jay’s eyes went wide when Jennile returned with the cock already on. She walked up to Jay’s face and ran the dildo over his lips.”

“Lick it!” the psycho woman ordered, but Jay refused. She then walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face. “Lick it!”

Jay complied and lightly licked along the hard plastic dildo. “Now you will be fucked like a woman.”

Jay began to loudly protest, but the chains held him secure enough that petite Jennil was able to easily come up from behind Jay and place the dildo near his virgin anal opening. Jennil rubbed the long 10 inch fake penis with a fruity scented oil, and then squeezed a small amount over Jay’s opening. On the psycho woman’s signal, Jennil thrust the dildo deep into his ass. Jay let out a loud scream of pain and tensed up while Jennil held the large cock still.

“Look how nicely you stretch around Jennil’s cock. My pretty little girl looks so sweet having control over such a powerfully strong man as yourself. How does it feel being helpless and getting fucked like a girl?”

“Fuck you bitch! I’m going to fucking kill you when I get out of ..... Awwwwww,” Jay screamed when Jennile gripped Jay’s hips and began thrusting the cock in and out. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. Jennile began placing light kisses of affection on Jay’s back as she slowed her pace. She then reached around and began stroking his cock.

“Tell me you like it Jay,” the psycho woman said as she walked up to Jay and looked at his face. “Say you like your ass being fucked by a girl!” When Jay refused she slapped him hard across the face, and then signaled to Jennile.

Jennile began pumping the 10 inch cock deeply in and out of Jay’s ass. You could see by the look on his face that he was in pain, but still tried to express his contempt for the psycho woman. “Tell me you like being fucked by my whore!” Smack! “Say it!”

Out of anger and frustration, Jay finally screamed out, “I like being fucked!” The pain eased as Jennile pulled the cock from his aching ass. She dropped the strap-on to the floor and began rubbing her dripping hole. Her shaved slit glistened with her juices. With her other hand she rubbed and pinched her nipples as officer Jay watched her every move.

The psycho woman lowered Jay to the floor and removed his leg irons only. She then ordered Jennile to suck his cock. It became hard quickly and dripped pre-cum from the tip. Jennile then lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing dick. Her soaking wet pussy felt like a warm oven mitt around Jay’s cock and he couldn’t help moaning out loudly.

The psycho woman appeared over Jay and reached out to twist one of his nipples. He let out of low sheik, but didn’t not want her to stop. Jennile licked his chest as she worked her sweetness up and down the officers swollen member. When Jennile felt officer Jay getting close to cumming, she would pull off him, and the psycho woman would twist his nipples prolonging his erection. Jennile was getting what she enjoyed the most, a long hard fucking where she was in control.

Jennile let out a loud scream when she finally exploded around Jay’s cock. The psycho woman bent down and the girls kissed. Jennile’s juices ran down her thighs as she stood up from the officer.

Jay was still hard, but ready to exploded at any moment and wanted to feel the wet pussy squeezing his cock in all the right places. “If you want to get off, you’ll have to give it to me,” said psycho woman said with a devilish grin on her face. Jay had no other choice. Even if he couldn’t stand the psycho woman, the pressure that had built up deep inside was ready to explode.

She wrapped her full lips around Jay’s oozing cock head and hungrily sucked on the precum. The psycho woman spread his legs wide and ran her tongue along his thick muscular thighs. She was tasting his flesh, running her nails sharply across his body. Her tongue slowly worked its way up to the big shaft head. Then she took him fully in her mouth and worked her tongue over every vein. She licked her way down the shaft to the cum filled balls, stopping to gently suck on each ball before making her way back to the tip.

Jay quickly begins moaning as he cock swells in the psycho woman’s mouth. His cock is buried deep in her throat when he moans out, “I’m going to cum.” The psycho woman cups his balls in her hand as she strokes and sucks his convulsing cock. He was amazed at how much cum was pouring into her mouth. He watched her as she swallowed more of his juice that flowed from the tip.

When he finished the psycho woman stood and kissed Jennile full on the lips, letting her taste the salty liquid that dribbled down her chin.

“Very good. You have made my girl very happy, but this is just a start of the things to come. You’ll be like all the others, and won’t be missed for a few days. Each day we will push the boundaries of pain and pleasure a little more, but rest for now, there will be a lot more in store for you.”

The psycho woman stood with a smile on her face, picked up his police badge and tossed it in a basket with several other badges. Jennile skipped along behind her, giggling as she reached down and tasted her juices that were flowing down her leg.

Secrets of a Darkened Heart

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This story is a work of fiction, and deals with killing and torture.



There are some things in this world that everyone should try at least once. Murder is one of them. People don’t understand the thrill, the worry and the lust for death until they’ve tried it, until they have blood on their hands, in their mouth, soaking into their clothes staining them forever with the sin they have just committed. It’s the ultimate power trip, the act of god. Bringing justice to those who’ve wronged you, or just helping the population explosion with a random cull of the masses. It’s a turn on.

And it’s not that I don’t like people. I love people. I’m a very social person, just with some anti-social fetishes, and I am not alone in this world. There are many who exist solely for the joy of bringing death upon someone. For the pleasure in the foreplay and the act itself, it’s enough of a heat to cause wet dreams for days beforehand. It’s an addiction in ways. Blood lust, the chase, the capture, the torment, the kill and the secret knowledge that you alone did it; caused the pleasure, caused the pain and in the end, disposed of the used and abused corpse.

I entered into this dark, macabre underworld after my first boyfriend met his end. It wasn’t a terrible end, quite compassionate if I say so myself. He hardly suffered and enjoyed the prelude to his demise immensely, almost as much as I enjoyed his passing over. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, we’d been fighting and the blade slipped. Well, that’s my story. It was a crime of passion. All my crimes are that of passion, but this was passion of a different kind. He brought anger out in me, he induced me to a state of rage that I’d never seen before, and I was a savage, unleashed on him, my un-willing victim.

I say un-willing, but that didn’t last long. My rage turned to excitement and I treated him to a night like no other he’d ever had. He was taken to the furthest reaches of pleasure, teased, tormented and seduced; it was a night of near explosive lust given physical release. A night I am unable to forget, and a night he would never survive. All in all, a good first experience in murder.

The mess was the first thing that hit me, once my ears had stopped ringing and blood flow stemmed. The place looked like a war had taken place. Crimson was splashed everywhere, it looked like bad modern decorating, and he lay, slashed and bound at a torturous angle on top of a lake of slowly drying blood. It was a masterpiece. I wish I’d thought back then to take pictures, I don’t think I’ve since came close to the beauty that pure passion encouraged to massacre can create.

I hungered after that first foray into the killing arts. I had a need to fulfill, and only the feeling I got after watching someone die sated me. It wasn’t just the death that done it either, it was everything. The cold chamber in the back of my car where I led my eager prey, the entrapment, the granting of their last urges, my own orgasmic release then the feast of their flesh. It all came together in a crescendo of pleasure and pain, which merged into one electrifying experience, and what can I say? Everyone needs a hobby.

Truly, I only found solace in my car. It was a place that was mine alone, filled with lost souls and the smell of sex and death, it was the place I spent the majority of my time. Whether it be indulging in my secret desire or being alone with myself, away from the squalor of the flat I lived in, and the noise of the two other people I was forced to live with.

My truck was an old one, camouflaged 89 Chevrolet Blazer. I didn’t look the type to drive a monster like that, but I did all the same. I’d always liked them for their room and the privacy the back area provided. With a grill to separate it from the cab it was my own personal torture chamber, complete with chains and other temptations, it was perfect. I’d owned the truck for a number of years before I first fully appreciated how useful it would be to my new pastime, now it was the carrier of a dark mistress for a new age, a bringer of death.

The truck provided a more personal kind of satisfaction as well, for not every night could I go on a rampage of sex and death, I had to choose the right victim. They had to fit the profile. It was a process that took time, but my own yearnings and needs didn’t work that way. I still lusted the same, and it was quite by accident that I found my unique way of pleasuring myself.

It was one day while parking along a back road to dispose of some bits from my car that I figured out how my car could be used to it’s full potential. The bits I was getting rid of were contained in a bag that had been rotting in the back of my truck for a few days and from which the smell had finally overcame my senses and forced me to dump the final pieces of what had been a most enjoyable ride. Swinging the truck into reverse as I was leaving, the vibration through the gear stick sent a quiver to the pit of my stomach and my eyes drifted over to the black plastic head that throbbed under my palm. My mind whirred with ideas, and just how much delight I could derive from the cold, hard stick that now beckoned me to give it a try.

I pulled the handbrake on and the vibration increased, my smile widened. I found the hardest part was maneuvering myself as I discovered to keep that level of tremor through the shaft the car had to be in gear, my left foot slid off the clutch as my right slid on and my hip swung my leg over to the passenger side foot space. With my foot pressing the pedal to the metal and my left foot finding a comfortable position I began to lower myself onto the gear stick.

As it painfully forced itself into me, my hands fought to find balance as I found my legs starting to tremble with my own pleasure, my right foot balanced precariously on the edge of the clutch and closing my eyes I forced myself to focus on pushing the clutch down. I continued to slide myself up and down the shaft, the initial pain now gone in a rush of adrenalin and excitement while both blood and my own juices provided lubrication for the gear knob. It worked quickly, and I think the atmosphere brought me round quicker, nothing like your own blood dripping down your legs while you have something with that much horse power pulsing away inside you to turn a girl on. But as I got more into the rhythm, I lost my head to my desire and my right foot slowly began to slide from the clutch. Oblivious to the impending problem, I could feel my lust start to blossom, twisting and contorting throughout my body as my foot came completely away from the clutch. As the car stalled, I was lurched forward and could feel the shock reverberate throughout my system as this now silent, slick object hammered inside me.

Dizzy and on the edge of passing out from an overdose of pleasure and pain, I hauled myself up and lifted myself away from the gear stick, lowering myself back to the driving seat where as my eyes began to focus, I saw the blood that ran in stream down my inner thigh. I shook my head and reached for the roll of kitchen towel and began to mop up my mess, reminding myself that for future solitary experiences, I’d find a brick to hold down the clutch. Still shaking, but with the blood flow stemmed. I drove away from the scene of my perversions. I was in the mood for someone new, someone to make me feel alive again. To get that rush as they died, I needed to do something new. I was stuck in a rut where nothing excited me anymore. I desperately wanted to rediscover that feeling that first gave me that taste for death.

The search for the perfect partner was a long, drawn out one. I often grudged it, but in the end it was worth it. To take someone who was not fully willing to give him or herself to me, to become mine, it was just not the same. Of course, in saying that, I don’t mean that my victims knew their fate, but they were more willing to play along than those who would scream though all the entertainment, before a razor had even glanced off their pretty, virgin flesh.

I found my victims everywhere from shopping, to drives through town. They stood out from everyone else, they had that glint in their eyes that others didn’t. That special something that said they were willing to take a risk. That they got off on risks, that for one night, they would accompany me to their deaths. I wanted a challenge now, my truck had witnessed the death of over ten people and it was becoming routine. Chase, capture, torment, kill - easy. I wanted to get that edge, that something that would really excite me. I needed someone who wasn’t easy, someone who would fight back, yet enjoy it as much as I did. For weeks, I never thought I would find this illusive someone. Then I saw him.

He sat in the corner of the bar, drinking a bottle of beer. His eyes showed deep thought about something on his mind. I bought myself lemonade and sat down beside him. He barely glanced at me but I gave him my best smile back. I introduced myself and he shrugged and mumbled something. I twisted myself closer to him on my seat, my hand brushing over his leg. As my fingers brushed his jeans, he gave me a sharp look then his features softened and he smiled at me. Without saying a word, I moved my hand back to his leg and gently stroked up his thigh. His smile widened and he leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “Do you have somewhere more private for us to go?” I nodded, giddy with such instant success and led him from the bar to my car.

He climbed into the passenger side and we drove to the outskirts of town. I told him what I wanted to do to him, how I wanted him to feel and he lapped it up, moaning as I buried one hand into his jeans. I could barely contain my delight, he was perfect, handsome, ready to take the risks I had offered and he looked fiery, but not as fiery as would as the night progressed. I doubted though that he would accept death as his fate, I wanted him to fight.

I parked a distance from the road in a place I knew we wouldn’t get disturbed and ushered him into the back of the Blazer. He laid down without me having to ask and let me climb in on top of him. After frenzied minutes of rampant lust, I reached for the rope and started to bind his hands behind his back. He squirmed under the taut bonds but never complained. His eyes were glazed with passion as I continued to work on him, tying each foot to the sides of the truck, leaving him spread and waiting for whatever I wanted.

I glanced about the back of the truck, as well as being home to a variety of sex toys, it also held the equipment needed to keep my car running. As I spied the petrol can, I smiled. Dragging it out from behind him, I pulled off the funnel. I ran the end of it around my mouth and let him watch, the taste of petrol dull in my mouth. He moaned louder as I ran my fingers over his hard cock and took him fully into my mouth. He moaned loudly with pleasure, fighting his bonds, his eyes gazing at me with that look of lust that people get as they near their edge.

I smiled up at him, and then began dumping gas over his naked body. His eyes conveyed a sense of confusion as I stopped sucking his cock, and without warning shoved the funnel of the gas can into his tight ass. I grinned, lowering myself to kiss him one last time, letting him taste the petrol that still lingered on my tongue. He kissed me ferociously in return, exploring my mouth with need and desire. I pulled away almost sadly as I pushed the funnel deeper inside him. I then tipped the can, letting the petrol flooded its way into his tight ass. He gasped and began to fight me; his legs thrashing wildly as his arms sawed the ropes that held his wrists. I could nearly taste his fear.

I reached for my knife, which was held in my boots and cut the ropes that attached his feet to the vehicle. He screamed, a deep-throated wail that I was sure everyone for miles around would hear. To quiet him, I smacked him across the jaw. Knocking him out until death would come to claim him. Dragging him out of the car, he was a dead weight. I hauled him into the nearby field and carried the remainder of the petrol with me in the can. Laying him gently into the grass, I lay myself over him and kissed his unresponsive lips, wrapping my legs around one of his and squeezing as I worked myself around to orgasm. I wanted him to burn freshly coated with my fluids, so when he awoke in hell - my mark would be on him.

I brought myself around quickly, moaning and groaning in the quiet of the night, trembling with delight and rolling from him into the grass. Spent and shivering in euphoria, I stood up and started to douse him with the remaining gas. Once he lay soaked and unconscious, I reached into my pocket and retrieved my matches. Lighting one, I threw it between his legs and jumped back as his body flared, the fire racing deep inside him, following the trail of petrol.

The fire had me captivated. It was beautiful, and the aromas of cooking flesh, delicious. He burned brightly, from the inside out and all over and as he came around, his screams echoed out, but they didn’t last long. The smoke from his body silenced him as it overcame him, and led him down the road to death. I watched for as long as I could, but I knew the fire would be spotted and I had to make myself scarce. Grabbing the fuel can, I jogged back to my car and raced it home.

Settling into a well-deserved bath before any of my friends returned from a late night party. As I lay, in the comfort of the warm water, I pictured him again and reaching for the hand held shower, I brought myself around again, trying to decide on how I would kill my next victim as my moans reverberated in the small tiled room.

My first boyfriend was right you know, that night when he died, he’d called me insatiable, and I am. I’m still waiting for the kill that will sate my passion; maybe it is something I will only find in my own demise. Maybe that is the kill that will give me everything I desire…