Twisted

Do I love you

The next shot went down smoothly. I lost track of what number I'm on. It's really hard to stay up right.

Another girl is here, I'm not sure of this one's name. Addie? Avery? Could be Zeena for all I know.

I just know I'm horny as hell.

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My head pounds as I crawl out of bed. The girl slumps over my legs smiles sweetly at me.

I glare and walk into the bathroom with my lap top.

I take a few more swigs from the whisky. It burns more than I remember.

As I stumble out of the bathroom after a shower, I get this bright idea.

I will put up a post about Lamashtu*.

Do I love her? Most people would say I couldn't lover her. That I don't even know her. That she's just my new obsession.

The girl from last night tries to sexily crawl over me. I shove her and walk into the living room. I live in my own house. Yeah I'm only 17. But what the hell? I hated my parents anyways.

I turn back to the post I was beginning, and I type. I type about everything I can think of that I like about her. I think her name with purr.

Damn is she so sexily fine.

Just thinking of how she tastes makes me type more.

I post it and satisfyingly see that my followers love it immediately.

I go through their profiles looking at each and every one of them. I notice someone I didn't before...

This person hasn't saved a single photo.... He doesn't have a single thing on his profile... Odd. I don't trust this guy...

(*Lamashtu: A kind of goddess, seven witches in one, associated with the death of unborns and newborns, a night demon, bringer of disease. (Mesopotamian))