There was this woman, and she was a mixture of every woman I have ever met. Constantly in flux, she looked like a jigsaw puzzle of parts.
I was kissing her with a fiery passion, I remember that we were pressed up against a wall.
The wall was in a green field, and it was covered in vines.
So we were kissing so hard neither of us could breathe; and my hands were pressing so hard into her breasts that she was bleeding from them.
She didn't appear to be in any pain though, and as we kissed I could feel her heartbeat slow down.
And then my teeth were buried into her jugular vein and my hands were digging themselves into the flesh on her back, grasping for her spine.
She was dead now, but I wasn't stopping.
There was more, but um... I can't really go into it. This is a family site.
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
This is a writer's guild where all can gather for feedback and advice on all mediums of writing. Plus it's a great place for conversation.
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