I………….I just don’t know

My Favorite Bedtime Story-Hunter Moore
When I was 15, I had the school slut come out so i could beat the guts up and get my number up.She wasn’t a troll or some kind of creature you find in the lord of the rings. She was no Brooke hogan, She was sorta cute nothing crazy but beatable. Anyway she comes over and the whole time i have a boner while she was talking and i just wanted to smash. So we go upstairs and im stoked kinda nervous. boner in full effect. She was one of those girls who wants it like pitch dark (hairy ass) so by this time bitch is begging for some of the hunts. So i start putting in work you know. Ok ok ill admit right now. I licked her butthole. i like that shit. Anyway Im beating guts for days and were like two hours in. might as well be foreplay for a seasoned pro like me. So i skeet her up and tell her i love her. I go to get some floss in the bathroom and i go to open the door and i notice my hand is covered in blood. At first i was like kinda grossed out but wasn’t sure. Then i open the door and i go to wash my hands and then i look in the mirror and i had blood all over my fucking face and it had dripped down my chin. I said fuck the floss where’s the knife. She straight up used me as a maxi pad. I go back to the room and look at her with her warpaint on my face and say “what the fuck”. So she leaves and i realize the bitch bled threw my sisters comforter and i had to lie and say my dog was in heat to my mom. so i wouldn’t get in trouble..
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.






