She'll get hers... I think not! Not tonight at least! Here's a little bit of fun inspired by a fun photo! I do love when artists credit their inspiration... some just don't have manners do they! SO! How about Him getting a bit of his? What can I say when you love to dip into life... life gets a little wet and spits back doesn't it! Life is a farce and sometimes you have to do what inspires you don't you... Well, so do I! Kisses, m.
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| Ryan Rottman & Chris Zylka - double dip c/o tylershields.com |
He’ll get his
Destroying something beautiful will set you free. How cliché of me to believe that. The beautiful destruction is nearly complete and I’m no more free than when I started.
Yet I’m standing over the body of this pristine creature gutting her insides and making ground meat out of her face. White skin completely emaciated and ripped clean from the bones.
I always hating getting my hands dirty. You knew that you and your occasional "hetero" indiscretions. Honestly as I'm picking the blood from my acid wash mint vintage limited edition 501's I can hear you in the back of my mind telling me "you're such a bitchy queen sometimes."
Hmph! "I'll show him bitchy queen!" Then I look down at all the broken bones. Well that’s worth a giggle if I could manage to laugh over my instant desire to vomit over the mess I've made.
What’s left of her once golden hair remains tangled among sticky red, squirmy goo, which from my perspective… well it could be brains. Dear God Mary and Jesus, there's brains on my Dior loafers!
Oh who knows, it could be her eye balls? This spectacular mess is truly immature of me. All of it is nothing more than a temper tantrum that’s gone array. But it couldn’t be helped. At least not from where I was standing.
Oh who knows, it could be her eye balls? This spectacular mess is truly immature of me. All of it is nothing more than a temper tantrum that’s gone array. But it couldn’t be helped. At least not from where I was standing.
This hooker had this coming and I don’t feel bad for it either. Little fag hag messed with the wrong queen's man and I'm thinking she should've gotten worse for it!
“She’ll get hers and I'll get a little bit of mine,” is the thought that crosses my mind as I watch the conniving little bitch, with her short skin-tight black hooker dress, walk over to the car.
Your car. Our car. A black ‘68 Camaro. It’s the same one I gave you for our five year anniversary. The custom upholstered black leather interior with the red piping that you wanted. Nothing was too good for my guy until now, when the very glue that holds us together is being tested by this cheap piece of trash. Fortunately the same interior will hide any spill including blood.
With a flick of my cigarette I open the door. She slinks on over and slides in. I’m behind you Bitch and I’ve been anticipating this all night.
She carried on all the time. You were never the first or only one in her line-up. In front of my very own eyes I’d seen far too many players. Men. Women. Possibly animals?
Hmmph! SLUT! There's nothing like a roaring case of HERPES to break up a happy home. It's just like glitter... gets everywhere in-between the cracks and never goes away!
It never made a bit of difference that you were taken when she got into bed with you. Or the next and next player. And it wasn’t sufficient to break up my home, she wanted more. She went forward to destroy all the beauty she could and wandered off to find more.
Enough!
Why should this filth be allowed to parade around in this manner? My limit had been reached and I was certain to catch her in the act. So I did.
She was always particularly interested in the chasing tail late at night. Right after a roll in the sheets with my man she couldn’t help herself but look for more. Couldn’t get enough and just like clockwork, there she was… Creature of habit. Another bar, another mark, another night.
Trollop.
Home-wrecker.
Whore.
Same thing. Different names for it.
You know THAT girl; the one that’s scheming and sabotaging her way into one bed after another without consequence. Well, tonight there's a consequence!
She was the type of filth you wouldn’t consort with unless you wanted a cheap easy fuck. Needless to say, this type of common woman had weaseled her way into my home. And I’m about fed up with this game. I’m tired of defending my actions when I’m not the one to blame. I was the faithful and honorable gay man up until that little bitch broke up my home.
She was the type of filth you wouldn’t consort with unless you wanted a cheap easy fuck. Needless to say, this type of common woman had weaseled her way into my home. And I’m about fed up with this game. I’m tired of defending my actions when I’m not the one to blame. I was the faithful and honorable gay man up until that little bitch broke up my home.
Sadly, I can’t blame you for all of your indiscretions with this common filth. This type of woman saw you coming and went for the kill. Your beautiful grey suits with the custom liners and leather belts imported from Italy. She saw the dollar signs and wanted to get into your pants. You and your weakness for cheap sleazy hetero trash. Me, the gullible handsome homosexual in love with a bisexual to the end. To think only hours ago we shared a dance on the floor. Me in your favorite drag ensemble, you in a casual shirt waiting to stage an emergency call and fuck the STD princess.
Honestly the only one I have to blame is myself... And there's only one way to remedy this problem. She's got to go.
Honestly the only one I have to blame is myself... And there's only one way to remedy this problem. She's got to go.
Somehow the trick seemed to be in getting her alone to communicate my point of view. And honestly that proved to be less of a challenge.
When I picked her up in the bar, it was like a stranger giving candy to a child. Without much convincing the little Harlot just about jumped on me when I bought her a drink. Her eyes all lit up like a holiday when I flashed the ring on my finger. It’s the promise of money and a little two for one fun that gets the little bitch giddy.
She slid onto my arm and kept looking at my crotch while telling me she was hungry. I was honestly amazed she couldn't tell I was a homo. But sluts are sluts... you can't hope they'd have a brain in their head with all that syphilis and libido rolling around.
She slid onto my arm and kept looking at my crotch while telling me she was hungry. I was honestly amazed she couldn't tell I was a homo. But sluts are sluts... you can't hope they'd have a brain in their head with all that syphilis and libido rolling around.
After making my final offer clear, getting her out to the car required little effort. She could see the money, smell the excitement and taste the pleasure. It was a miracle she hadn't deep throated me before she went down. It’s funny though with all her senses working overtime she never saw the crowbar coming, especially when it caught the back of her skull after nailing her square in the face. Her tightly bound body slumped over in the seat without much effort as I gave in a little more.
Just like she wanted. Hungry little bitch, never satisfied.
Off into the dark night I carefully maneuver the car out along an unmarked road by the highway. There shouldn’t be anyone along this stretch of road until it’s too late. Delicately, I pull what’s left of the tramp out of the car.
After dragging her body onto the road, I gently remove my tools of the trade: Hammer, knife, screwdriver, and a pair of scissors for fun. By the time I’m finished, there’s going to be no chance of anyone identifying the body. No one will be able to guess that this wasn’t an accident. An accident where some unsuspecting motorist will assume he’s run over a wild animal.
Little to no skill is required to beat a human senseless with a hammer. So I proceed without caution. The thin lifeless body lies across the asphalt as I pummel down with my barbaric weapon. Uncontrollable rage can pretty much take over in an instant without any warning. Like a surgeon, the real skill comes in knowing when to stop.
The bloody hole of red spatters back at me and gasps for air. There’s no real face left and her sluggish breathing signals my cue to stop. “Darling, you really should have stopped at one tonight. That last one was my man you messed with and no one gets away with that!”
Especially since I'm not done with his cheating ass!
Especially since I'm not done with his cheating ass!
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