Obsession
One little cheek, two little cheeks… Anniba!!! We have to eat or die. Sagt, wer mag das Mannlein sein, Das da steht im Walde allein, Mit dem purporroten Mantelein!For a mute, he can scream well enougHey, Japoinnaise! Tell me, is it true that your pussy runs Crossways like that? Or more tangential to the spine?
Wet cobblestones in the courtyard, a crow in the rainspout on the roof, movement of a curtain high in the window, then her hair, and her silhouette… FELT her in my chest. Night heron revealed by the rising harvest moon The angel intervenes in time. “…the best morsels of the fish are the cheeks. This is true of many creatures…” TASTE.…Do you have any guilty knowledge of the death of Paul Momund? Anniba!!! “Mischa, we take comfort in knowing that there is no God, that you are not enslaved in Heaven, made to kiss God’s ass forever…You have blessed oblivion. I miss you every day.”Ein Mannlein steht im Walde ganz still und stumm, Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mantlein um… Sing for slack, Herr Dortlich! TASTE. She has put on irritation like a winter komono. Seeing that, can I use it to keep from thinking of her in the bath at the chateau so long ago, herfaceandbreastslikewaterflowers? Anniba!!! My heart hops at the sight of you…
Ortolans in a cage…they’re just like us. “I fold cranes for your soul, Hannibal.”
If you loved me, you’d stop. I don't think that I can ever not have a piece of her nearby. What is left in you to love? If you loved me, you’d stop. Now there is only ice. It is gone. Is it not gone?Anniba!!!
“I put your face on every bully I ever had. I thought you would be... bigger.”M. For Mischa.TASTE. Heads up. I’m a cripple. We taste bad, okay? Sternohyoid omohyoid thyrohyoid/juuugular, amen. Yes, the. mind has an. uncanny ability. to repair. even after the most. severe. assaults. My own work. is with. memory. I spent. a great deal. of my career. working for an. employer who wanted. to know if. changing a person's. memories. could change. their personality. their... soul. if you will. My own interest. is not in manipulation. but in augmentation. The repetitive. traumas of the past. which eat away. at our foundations. also shape. the vaults. and caverns. of our personalities... Anniba!!!

You're taking care of me. how very alive she was at this moment… Beautiful, like a big cat, out in the wild. Sleek and lovely to look at, but get too close, and there would be no time to regret it. The neck bared. The flesh to bite into, but not rip away from her. To leave a mark there. To taste. But what if… What if it was more than she wanted? And what about all the other things I was thinking about doing to her? unpredictable and glorious. Dong ma, bao bay?
Lots of black and green eyes like ice…You don't have the curves, sweetie.Actually, I do kind of enjoy pain. And I'm quite capable of it. Ask around. I'm really good at it. I mean, really good at it. It's kind of my thing.The first instinct of a body facing death is to have sex…
a little twist of the imagination.. You harmed somebody I very much care about. It took some time to figure out who you were, because she was so very sure she'd killed you. While she's quite capable of taking care of herself, as you discovered for yourself, the part in me that cares for her most felt the need to open you up and play with your insides…. I used to be... different. More like a girl. They took that away.Heart doesn't need reason...
I wish you could read my mind right now, so I don't have to say it…Flesh on flesh, Do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman from a single encounter? Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her? Find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight, and ache for him? What thoughts of her… How to entangle her, so many ways it could be done…Fingers in her hair, limbs within limbs, fingers in fingers. Milk white. Open. Inviting… The way her hair wasn't completely straight. How her eyes belied her knowledge. That her shirt was still falling off of her shoulder and she'd made no move to fix it… Get me out of here. Please.
I don’t run that deep, do I?
Milko
Kolnas
Grutas
Grentz
Potwatcher got off easy.
TASTE.
He woke her then… Trembling and obedient, she ate that burning heart from his hand.
I see. And I ache.
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