tiffany ray

Once she was settled and sure her dad wasn’t stirring, she could finally appreciate her prize. Just a few inches below her was her father’s penis. Easing herself down a bit more she buried her nose right above the base of it and into the thicket of his pubes. She inhaled deeply and shuddered. It was just as good as she remembered. She pressed down further burying her mouth as well into the scratchy patch of hair and continued to sniff. Sarah moved her nose all around the patch of hair, wanting to enjoy every part of it before moving on.

He gave the man a hard poke in the chest while smoke wafted from the cigarette between his fingers, then leaned in with bloodlust radiating from every word hissed with his icy voice. “Notice that I haven’t asked your name yet, even though I gave you mine? It’s because you don’t have a name to me. To me, you’re just ‘Bitch’, the sniveling little Bitch who decided to come in here and ruin my evening, talking awfully big game for someone in skull-fucking range. That’s what’ll be engraved on your tombstone: ‘Here lies Bitch. Cause of death: got skull-fucked until his brains leaked out of his ears.’ Shit, I’ll carve the engraving myself. Now I suggest you get the fuck out before I use your eye sockets like a whore’s ass!”

“It's okay, baby,” she said. “I'm sure we'll end up taking turns. But for tonight, I just really want to remember what it was like when you were little, and you used to come sleep with us when you were scared. That means you get the middle.”