Author: idontwriteibleed
I hear daddy getting ready for work in the bathroom. There’s a pupil sized hole where the lock used to be through which I now peep. I deliberately keep my gaze diverted from his face so as to avoid repulsion; instead salivating at the sight of his cock. The ache in my stomach sinks, causing an undeniable throb that dampens the white cotton underwear I mindlessly pull to the side. He’s moved to the shower now which is out of eye line but despite this, I relieve myself in a fast mechanical motion, chasing the 15 seconds of placidity that engulfs me before shame bellows her taunting cackle. As I languidly drag myself back upstairs I smear my sticky fingers on the wall, adding to it yet another indecipherable stain; marking my lewd territory; branding it as well as my spirit with Tilly’s emblem of depravity. I spoon feed her the blame that she spoon fed me aphrodisiac to extinguish a bloodline culprit, but when I ask God if it was his will, a phantasmagoria of nurture lulls beneath unconsciousness – mattress damp with his silhouette, mouldy carpet my playground of friction and need. Sore like muma’s throat is this needy girl with a wound for a cunt.
hahaha meow got FUCKED