![]() ![]() Like she needed to go back for unfinished business.īrad was long gone, discarded but still following her like a lost puppy. It never reopened after the bombing and became a ruin at the edge of town, a monument to lost innocence.Īll week she had felt a pulling in her gut and, if she was truthful, a pulling in her pussy. She didn’t need to hide as she headed to the Circus, nobody ever went there now. March 17th 2020 Sometime before Midnight. Later that week her family took her home. In the area of the blast, she had been the only survivor. He was ex-military and knew how to do things properly. It took a while to explain it to her but a madman had decided to take out his anger and frustration on others, had strapped a bomb to himself and walked out to the circus, where families and couples go and ended his life. She woke up two days later in a hospital bed. Her hands dipped between her legs and she felt heat hit her body. “That’s the start, little girl,” he grinned “ I’m going to ruin you…you’re mine now.” She pulled back and felt him dripping from her lips, the wetness splashing on her breasts. Knowing that everything about this was wrong but that was what made it feel so right.įor the next year, she couldn’t cum without thinking of him looking down at her, his clown grin looking inhumanly wide.Īnd there in the dark, at midnight, he filled her throat with his cum. He called her things that made her heart clench, he abused her with his words as he abused her mouth with his shaft. His hand on the back of her head, forcing her deeper onto his shaft. With fascination, she watched as he pulled himself free of his trousers and held himself before her. She sank down onto the wet grass and felt her mouth fall open in preparation. “Get on your knees” he commanded as he wiped his mouth, a streak of red makeup smeared against his cheek. His rough thumb finding her clit and rubbing away any resistance. His hand up her skirt, thick fingers parting her folds. She had made out with her boyfriend, let him kiss her breasts, had given him a blowjob, but this….she had never experienced this before. His hand found her soaking wet cunt and everything else went away. His mouth met hers and for a moment she imagined his tongue like a snake, wide and wriggling as it entered her mouth. Fingers finding her hard nipples and pinching them roughly enough to make her yelp. His hand moved to her chest, roughly groping her breasts. “I…want you to fuck me up,” she said and had never meant something more in her life. Her head buzzed and she realized just how wet she was. He reached out and his rough hands brushed her face. She nodded, wondering if she had made a mistake. “Little girl,” he said with a voice like hammers on stone “You came.” ![]() As he walked towards her she suddenly felt shy and retreated back behind the stall. She caught his eye and he signaled to one of the other workers to take over. And when she was separated from her family, he walked over, grabbed her by the wrist, and told her to come back alone, because he could see exactly what she needed. But the other day when she had visited with her family, she saw the way he looked at her, the way his eyes seemed to fill with fire. He was huge, a little overweight, vulgar, rough. Really, she shouldn’t have been attracted to him. The clown was there, running the stall as usual. Slowly she sneaked to the edge and looked around. The sound of guns being fired assaulted her ears and the smell of sawdust and candy filled her senses. She took a left and headed over to the back of the shooting range. Through the trees at the edge, she made her way to the back of the Circus where the caravans were. Rather than going out the Old Miller road, she cut across the field. Goths and freaks and weirdos they may be, but they wouldn’t be seen dead at the sideshows and stalls. And she wouldn’t be going to the main part so there was little chance her boyfriend and his preppy friends would be there. She was going to the Circus but not for the same attractions as the others. But she made her excuses and told him that she was tired, he would have more fun on his own. Her boyfriend Brad had asked her if she wanted to go a few of his friends wanted to see the freak show. She just didn’t want certain people to know. She was perfectly within her rights to go out to the Circus, after all, everyone was doing it. She sneaked through the outskirts of town hoping that no one would see her. March 17th, 2017 Sometime before Midnight. But today she has provided the artwork for a tale of a carnivel and a girl that dreams of something more than cheap thrills and cotton candy. You might know her from her fantastic erotica/horror over on Kindle unlimited and you can find more about her at where you can sink into her world of broken down Americana and Lust amongst the weird. I am delighted to have teamed up with one of the best writers around, Rachel J Thompson. ![]()
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