Door to door, down a long, hill-strewn San Francisco street. Fighting a losing battle. Trying to get the liberal residents of one of America’s least liberal cities to vote. … A Losing Battle
Category: Catfight
After All, He
As you pin her, pressing the fabric-covered lips of your pussy to her mouth and nose, you tease her.
Taunt her.
Your Fight Until That Moment.
What is she thinking? What is she doing? What now will become of our talon-led tryst.
And though you ponder, waiting for clues, still do your fingers squeeze and dig into your enemy’s breasts. On instinct. From desire. But also, in challenge.
The Ultimate Cruelty
She hasn’t moved in seconds, struck at your bare thighs in minutes, or clawed at your choking forearm in the time between.
And yet still you hold onto her tightly.
Before that Day
Before that day you had never met her.
Never seen her
Never heard her voice or smelt her Clive Christian perfume. … Before that Day
Finally Silence
Finally there is silence, where there used to be noise. … Finally Silence
You Seek Them Out
Your every effort and thought focused on ruining the one part of your former best friend that made you jealous. Knowing that you may never have the chance again. … You Seek Them Out
Beyond Notice
A slow dripping humiliation. … Beyond Notice
Their Hell Perpetual
Neither slashes or claws.
Moves to strike or looks to slam.
… Their Hell Perpetual
