Sammy wilkinson {dirty imagines beware}

My death

Him

He was a god, he was everything a girl could dream of.
He was art
(This is a joke, my friend told me to do it ya don't have to read it's a little dark)

At night was his slut
At day he was my Slave
We'd fuck in every place imaginable
He'd make sure I was moaning every night
He'd tell girls that he was mine.
He'd tell me that I was the only one.
He'd smiled softly and tell me what he wanted to do to me even if our friends or family was around.
He'd wake me up in the morning the right way....
By fucking my brains out.
He'd show me off.
I was his slut , that's all I was to him
He now
Is eating me out ....licking and twirling his tongue
...I'm moaning softly gripping the sheets my mother is in the other room watching a movie with my father.
I never wanted it to be like this he's my addiction and also my murder

That night I died
I was only 16
And now....he's fucking my sister