Hey everyone. I know I don't post much, but I'm going to try my knack at writing this kind of thing. Let me know if you like it, and I'll post more.
UNDERWEAR, ANYONE?
I was in my garage sharpening my arrows early one morning before archery practice when Todd opened the door leading to the...
arrow
blood
body
car
cock
dark
dead
dead body
guy
hanging
hard
hot
ice
kill
murder
naked
necro
post
rape
road
trunk
underwear
united states
white
years
So if I was in a slasher movie with my boyfriend and you got to play the part of the slasher, how woud you finish us off?
How would you dispose the bodies.
I figure we would likely be somewhere alone to have each other, seeming as weère in the closet and all.
He looked to be 19 or 20 but he knew what he was doing as he led me up a path away from the parking lot by the park's ball field to a small clearing in the trees. He said we should be alone there. His t shirt was off in one move and tucked into his belt. He was smooth and slim but with...
However, Chico, too, have not lived for a long time! Making his way through the bushes in the forest a few minutes later after the death of sergeant he ran into German. He raised his gun ,but he was too late! Fritz sprang to his feet holding a knife in his hand and pushed him Chico in the...
Hi all! This is my first story here and I apologize in advance for my English! I unfortunately not fluent in English to translate the text literally. I live in Moscow and the story as you see written in Russian. But all the same, please do not judge strictly and appreciate it...
blood
body
chest
death
died
fell
forest
guys
head
heart
hell
killed
moscow
opera
russia
russian
shot
soldiers
story
strong
suicide
trunk
war
watched
year
Uuunnnhhh!! What the fuck? Slowly I remember, shit I hurt like fuck, where am I?
In some kind of beat up old shack looks like. I remember now, some mean assed dude
beat the crap out of me! I was in the Glades hunting. Then suddenly, out of nowhere
it seemed, he was there, knocking the rifle...
I have been driving for many hours, heading back to my southwestern base having completed an enjoyable double hit. It feels good to be back in desert country, the familiar killing ground where I like to play when I’m not on a contract.
I pull into a rest stop for coffee and gas. There’s a hot...