Wrath White - Like Porno for Psychos

“I love you, Simon.”

“I love you too, Shark.”

“Mark. My real name is Mark.”

“I love you too, Mark.”

I didn’t mean it and neither did she. It just seemed like the right thing to say. I’d fucked more than a dozen women more than a hundred times in the last twenty-four hours yet I kept coming back to her, drawn to her. I was certain that I would die with her and that it wouldn’t be long. My last ejaculation had been almost entirely blood. Her vagina and anus was now just a ragged bleeding maw sopping and dripping with the semen of countless men, still I thrust into it in a maniacal fervor. My lungs burned, my muscles ached, and my penis had sloughed off most of its skin. I looked into Simon’s eyes and laughed.

Twenty-four hours ago, we both thought we would live forever, that the cure would make us invincible. Now, we were going to fuck each other to death. She laughed too then screamed as another orgasm ripped through her starving dehydrated body and she continued to fuck me.

Make love to me

I want to scream in the lascivious agonies

of your love

Burn me alive

in the voluptuous heat

of your eyes

Shatter my skull

With the ballistic speed

of your tongue

Make Love to Me

I want to perish

impaled on your tongue

I want to drown

in your desires

I want to sacrifice myself

on the altar

of your sex

I want to die

in the gleam

of your eyes