SINS OF OUR TONGUES

*Canttina* · 09-22-2013, 03:10 PM

Canttina

He spoke to the woman some more but she did not buy his silver tongue ways. His words were smooth and his eyes were naughty. He was one of her kind, a baddy. She could see it. His dark ways and cackling manners. She did not trust him, but she was interested by him in the same way. She had an urge of want, a want for him to give her attention and physical pleasing. But, she would not. The woman had only mated once in her life and she did not even remember it. The woman thrived on being tortured mentally. To be rejected but the need was what she needed. The yearning for touch, the lust. It was all she needed to survive. For now. She tilted her head and let forth dark vocals, "Anger has been my only companion for two years. Why change that? She helps me, she mends me, and she urges me to do things. I need no one but rage."

He ignored her question and she brushed it off. Though, he asked her one. One that made a smirk appear upon her lush lips. "Well theirs two ways, one for a girl one for a boy. The root must be erect. Must I explain more?" She raised a brow, it was obvious that things must be inserted in places they shouldn't. She did not want to speak to much of such a horrible subject, even she couldn't fathom fucking a root.

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