Sadistic Romantic

Sadistic Romantic

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There's not much here that I can see. I can only see a dreary plodding pointlessness in front of me. I can't see for sure, but I know behind my eyes that my life won't add up to much. The way I act, the way I feel, the way I will never change, it all adds up to that fact that the only way she needs me... Is dead. If I'm dead, I don't have to worry about my life getting in the way of me helping her. I can walk through her house without anyone seeing me, I can tell her I love her without her really knowing who's speaking, because we all know that I'd be too shy to really say my feelings unless they were anonymous. That's it- I'm not really dying, not really, I'm just coming to her in a way that will be better for both of us.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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