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The fork plunged into her arm, and as I raised the knife to cut out a piece of flesh, she moaned with desire. With the delicacy of a newborn I slowly lifted the fork to my mouth and began chewing as she watched with a ravenous stare. With each bite her hands slid down her chest until she met her panties and a feverous groping fiesta erupted; masturbation and mastication. With the skin swallowed I raised my eyes and spoke with in a lustful hush, “Your turn.” Her hand remained on...

There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said and she replied “it’s a secret to the stars.” The smoke towered over them for a few moments, observing before dissipating into the darkness and she took the cancerous pen to her lips to write some more. There was a light veil...

She was surrounded by wrinkly skin and the memories escaping from their false teeth. Towering over them in their shrunken elderly stage as they clasped their hands around her waist and smiled, telling her that only yesterday she was a little girl. Around them all was a forest of lawn chairs and tables, plastic bowls of potato chips and fruit, coolers of soda and a grill overloaded with hamburgers and hotdogs. Tied to each chair and strewn all over the porch were white balloons. The plan had ...

Mom says it hurt like a bitch to push me out of her. My arm was broken and she took me to a glassblower who blew a new one for me. “You’re lucky I’m a good mother,” she says. I’m upstairs with my boyfriend Andrew; he’s lying on my bed while I try on new clothes. “So you could like go back to that glassblower and have him blow you bigger tits or something right?” I throw a rumpled shirt at him, “shut up.” He laughs and it’s so cute I laugh too. “What’s wrong with my tits?” I ask, and I shake ...

The fork plunged into her arm, and as I raised the knife to cut out a piece of flesh, she moaned with desire. With the delicacy of a newborn I slowly lifted the fork to my mouth and began chewing as she watched with a ravenous stare. With each bite her hands slid down her chest until she met her panties and a feverous groping fiesta erupted; masturbation and mastication. With the skin swallowed I raised my eyes and spoke with in a lustful hush, “your turn.” Her hand remained on her panties f...