life is too perfect, every once in awhile. i stare down at my own cleavage, breasts pushing out from the lowered neck of white cotton. i wore this dress out once. my head hurts in a hard to place way. like i am on the verge of a chainsaw. the tide ebbs and flows.
it is several hours later and i know what i did. opened up the door to prince charming in wolf's clothing. so now, the little girl has got to go. she is breakfast. i, the wandering hunter will be spared. the prince and i will eat her guts and then fuck in her bed.
i like her red hood. i will keep that for myself. later we will have to find that bitch snow white. she needs reviving so we can sell her virgin ass to those horny little men she has been cock teasing for the past while. were it not for that bullet proof glass case, i dare say we would have some necrophilia to deal with, as well.
i was on my own mission to push a couple of children into an oven and then make sweet love to a fellow cannibal, but i hate using strap ons, and that is way on the other side of town.
to be continued...
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