My Dearest Delusion
Sleepless Flowersfucking my step sisterwhy don't you take what you want from me
When he realized I seemed to be distracted, he bit my lip, as if it was punishment, and started to attack deeper into my mouth, stealing all my air and leaving me a whimpering mess.
The phone continued to ring, the band's signature low, murmuring vocals wrapped around the bass's hum, like a secret buried deep in the heart, slowly seeping into the air.
"It's all wrong, all wrong…
"All wrong, all wrong, all wrong…
"All wrong…"
As the song gradually built toward its climax, someone kicked hard at the bedroom door.
I opened my eyes in a daze. "Is… Is someone knocking on the door…?"
The man nibbled my earlobe, his voice hoarse and slurred, "Must have been the wind, baby…"