Everything. And I mean everything. Is a tease.
My hormones are on fire!
After spending a night with jack up until 3 am trying to locate the pickle I woke up with a monstrous headache.
Doesn't help I was headbutting the wall all night so add that to it and It felt like death.
It's Saturday. I've got my plans to go on search for my mum (she ran away with another black man) jacks volunteered to help curtersy on my head staying between his legs.
We in the car. It's silent and the only thing in my sight is a forest of hairs until suddenly the car jerks to a stop and I'm being dragged by my wrist to see the rest of the world.
"Are you fucking serious!" Jack yelped out
(No I did not bite his peepee)
"what?!" U questioned. An unrecognisable substance dripping from my lips.
"What's that on your arm?"
"Erm nothing"
" so that drawing of a pickle carved into your skin is nothing!?"
Furious he inspected my arm.
"What I like pickles" I smirked.
"So get a fucking tattoo!"
"Can't afford it"
"Your a vampire you can force them!"
I must note that becoming a vampire was the best discissuon of my life. I mean the sex is crazy and the holes in my walls can prove it.
I'm constantly horny mix that with a slice of teenager and you've got a slut on your hands.
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Jack, licking the blood stain of my armpits, carrested my hair.
Were parked to the side of a motor way and decided to have sex in the forest.
This was not fun. I licked his cherry sented blood from beneath his nipples as he roughly pushed my head into the mud. Placing a stick up my chocolate doughnut and a stick of his own in my kebab.
He had destroyed me. I decided to get plastic surgery. Jack made a mold of the virgina he called perfect.
Waking up to my mum and Chris Brown folding into each other on the visitor chair I gagged.
Although the gag was some what pleasent it was humiliating to see.
Taylor was cheating on pharell.
My newly molded vagina was tingling I picked my boobs up to inspect my blue cottage cheese.
Jack was there and in admiration he made eye contact with me and began placing sticks where they once where. The moment was peaceful.
My mother's moans pulled me from the beautiful moment.
I placed a mirror on the floor and stepped over it looking at my reflection. My vagina starred back at me, the green pickle molded thing was what jack called so perfect.
Before leaving I glued googly eyes beneath my flaps so jack could see the new improved pickle rick tonight.
We headed home. This time on the train. We no longer were in search of my mother. She had ran back to the black man she was once with. Pharell Williams.
The train was rough. My fanny was tingling but the doctor said not to have sex. For 2 days. I ripped his nipple off.
On the train I stuck my bum in the toilet. Continueusly flushing it. Dark water garged through tingling my below.
