People Like... Them (MF, self-v)
By Wednesday's Child (Address withheld by request)
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"Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, again her hand
ascended, and again it slashed downward, slicing her
stomach." Self-injurers, Lani and Glen, lose all sense of
reason.
He yelled and slammed his large fists on the bathroom
door, "It's not fucking worth it! Open the door... Now!"
She was oblivious to his threats and pleas. She tore the
medicine-cabinet open, the mirrored door shattered; glass
shards flew everywhere. She knocked over expensive
bottles of perfume, in her frenzy to find the little
packet of razors she hid there just a week before.
Bottles tumbled and crashed into the white porcelain
sink.
From beyond the door, Glen heard the shatter of glass, he
knew exactly what she was going for. Years of therapy and
even a few lockdowns in a psychiatric ward, did not -
could not - help Lani, this was her form of release from
emotional and mental anguish. Glen knew this, he suffered
the same demons.
Lani barely saw through streams of tears, and heard
nothing, but the deafening screams in her mind. Her
fingers found it - the relief she needed so bad. Clumsily
she tore at the small box. Shiny, silver blades tumbled
into the sink, she numbly snatched at them, not caring
that the glass and double-sided razors sliced through her
delicate fingers.
A trembling hand rose above her chest, a silvery flash
blinded her momentarily, her hand came down, splitting
her thin shirt, and slashing into her very own flesh.
Lani gripped and tore at her shirt, she looked down
between her creamy breasts, crimson beads filled the
white cut rapidly - the gash spilled red.
Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, again her hand
ascended, and again it slashed downward, slicing her
stomach. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head,
she choked off a deep, guttural moan in her throat. Lani
wiped her hand over the new cut, and relished in the
sting. Blood smeared her taught, white stomach - she
hacked at her flesh again.
She readied for another slice, when suddenly the bathroom
door burst open, jagged, wood slivers, spiked from the
doorframe. Glen rushed through, but paused at the door
for a moment. The spectacle before him, of her cuts,
blood, her bare breasts and stomach, overwhelmed Glen;
his own demons instantly surged to taunt him.
From pure instinct only, Lani turned her face toward the
noise; she had no idea what was going on, around her - no
idea what she was doing. The distant look in her eyes,
reminded Glen of the high he'd experienced, from this
very, same act.
Glen summoned his strengths and bolted for her, snatching
the razor from her poised hand. He felt the pressure,
knew it cut his thumb and fingers - he dared not look. He
threw the blade against the wall, the innocent, tinkling
sound it made when it fell to the tiled floor, sent a
chill up Glen's spine. He roughly grabbed Lani's
shoulders, and forcefully turned her to face the long,
dressing mirror, hanging on the bathroom wall. He buried
his face into her neck and wept with her.
"This was so not worth it my love...." He cried.
They both stared ahead at the image, his bare arms
wrapped around her soft, round breasts and flat stomach.
Glen reflected on how beautiful Lani was, the soft curls
of her long, brown hair, the smooth roundness of her hips
and tender white breasts. He loved her intensely, and
seemed to feel more love for her, when she battled this
life-long sickness of self-injury. To Glen, even the
self-inflicted, purple and grey scars that blemished her
delicate, pale body, were like added works of art.
He bent his broad form, and tenderly kissed her ear and
neck, "I'm sorry, I was a second too late." he whispered.
With a weak, almost child-like murmur, Lani replied, "You
woulda talked me out of it."
"Yes my love." he said, while staring at the twisted
reflection before them - the sight that only people like
them, could understand and desire.
He breathed-in the deep, feminine perfume of Lani's hair,
the scent of blood trailed up to his nostrils, he closed
his eyes. His arms wrapped tightly around her shivering
body, wanting to warm and soothe her, save and protect
her from the world around - and herself. Glen himself,
grew weak with desire, he was a self-injurer also, though
he'd found the power to abstain for a number of months.
Part of his fortitude, was due to wanting to help this
little angel, that now trembled in his arms.
Glen caressed Lani's face, his own, sticky blood mingled
with hers and soiled her chin, he turned her swollen lips
toward his. Glen's mouth pressed against Lani's, his
tongue darted through her full lips. He suddenly wanted
to make love to her - half from his building desire and
half from his consuming weakness. They're both sexual
beasts. Any other person would have froze with panic at
this gruesome sight, but Lani and Glen are so, very
different.
He rubbed her bottom lip, pinched it with his bloodied
thumb and fingers, and then feasted on its irony
sweetness. Their tongues hungrily darted into each
other's mouths, as if the answers they searched for, were
hidden deep in the other's soul.
Glen wrapped his body around Lani's and swept her off the
floor. She understood what was about to happen and wanted
it as much as he did, if not more. The heat between them
rose like an inferno from hell. Lani embraced Glen's
shoulders and back, and held his body tight.
Mindlessly, he reached into the sink where perfume had
pooled around shards of glass and blades. He blindly
fished for a twin-blade and slid it out, the aromatic
liquid stung the fresh, open wounds on his fingers, but
the stinging sensation only intensified his rising need.
They kissed deeply, and breathed heavily against each
other's faces. Their hearts beat quickly - they lost
complete control of reason.
He placed her on the hard, dark-blue floor and covered
her body with his. Her legs twined around his thighs, he
groaned and bit her neck. Together, like two, feral
animals in heat, they crushed hips. Lani spread her legs
and tilted her hips upward, feeling the bulge in his
jeans, press and rub hard, against her white-denim,
covered clit.
"I'm sorry Lani, so sorry...." Glen looked into her
large, brown eyes and apologized before making a small
cut just above her left nipple.
Lani arched her back and moaned out her ecstasy and pain.
He lapped at the new cut, and slammed his hips harder
into her. He would cum any second from pure animal
passion, but Glen fought internally for any sense of
control.
Lani, numbly searched for the razor that Glen threw
against the wall. She felt the all, too, familiar cold of
steel and raised it above his back. Pulling on his shirt,
she slit and ripped it open. Glen shuddered from the
tearing sound of the material separating. She tore his
shirt apart, revealing a tanned, muscular back and
shoulders.
She held the back of his neck and lifted her head.
Licking his shoulder, she brought the symbol of their
lust so close to her tongue, that she could almost taste
the metal. With one long and deliberate stroke, she cut
his shoulder and closely followed the slash with her lips
and tongue. He groaned, closed his eyes tight and turned
his face from the incision, reveling in the orgasmic
pain.
Then, like a growing thunder off in the distance, he
growled, "NNnnooOO!"
He grabbed her arms, pinned them above her head and
looked deep into her eyes. Lani's eyebrows knitted, her
eyes questioned his movement, her swollen lips slowly
parted, licking the blood - his blood - that stained her
lips.
Her heavy breathing raised her supple breasts to him,
weakly she begged, "Please?"
Like Delilah to her Samson, she lured his desire. The
demon surged once again, and consumed Glen's mind and
body. He roughly dry fucked her, his cock ready to
explode. Another cut to her right breast, he sucked both
nipple and blood. She brought the razor down against his
back and slashed him twice, triggering Glen to tense and
moan loudly against her breast. He bite down on her stiff
nipple and sucked it between his teeth. He fucked her
through his jeans, driving himself between her soft and
parted thighs.
"Oh God!" Lani cried out again, when she felt his blade
slice the length of her side.
She brought the razor she clutched, between them, and
unconsciously carved the word 'love' into Glen's chest.
Their hearts raced against eternity, the darkest of all
loves, consumed them.
The sharp scent and sight of thick, red blood, the
hardness of Glen's rigid cock against her soaked jeans,
were unbearable. Lani raised her ass off the floor,
lifting her six-foot tall beast-lover with her. She cried
out, her body tensed then convulsed. A torrent of cum,
streamed from her throbbing pussy, into her already
saturated panties and jeans.
With the intense orgasm still racing through her body,
Lani slid out from under Glen and forced him onto his
back. She straddled his thighs and bucked her hips,
ramming her aching pussy, forcefully into him. She was
crazed with the need to have his cock deep inside her
cunt. She slid down, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans,
and jerked them down to his knees. Glen's rigid cock,
burst free from the denim restraint. Without pause, Lani
leaned over and sucked the tip of his purple-red bulb
into her wet mouth.
Glen lovingly swept Lani's hair from the sides of her
face. He watched her in fascination, while she hungrily
worked up and down his long shaft. Blood smeared her
flushed face and full lips. He let go of her soft, brown
waves, letting it fall and brush along his hips and
thighs. The vibrations from moans, deep in her throat,
sent Glen's mind reeling. He held the back of her head,
pulled it down and thrust his hips up, forcing her to
swallow as much of his throbbing dick as she possibly
could.
Lani slipped out of her white jeans while eagerly sucking
his swollen cock. She tried desperately to deep throat
him. The huge head of his pulsing member, slipped into
her throat, but he was more massive and harder than ever
before, she could hardly reach the base of his member
with her lips. Her tongue slid side to side along his
shaft, and slipped out passed her bottom lip, trying
earnestly to reach his balls - she would have swallowed
his entire cock and balls if she could. She inhaled
deeply through her nose, and drank-in the musky scent of
this man-beast. Lani cupped his balls with one hand,
picked up the razor, and slid it along his hip with the
other.
Glen cried out, "Fuck!" and rammed his cock up into her
throat.
He twisted his neck until his cheek pressed flat against
the cold floor. Lani cut him again, across the top of his
pubic hair. She swallowed his dick deeply, before pulling
off with a slurping pop. Lowering her puckered lips to
the new gash, she licked and traced the blood where it
streamed over his hips.
She dropped the razor to his chest, rose on her knees and
mounted his hips again. Lani grabbed his glistening cock
and slapped it against her smooth, wet pussy. Her eyes
closed, her head fell to her shoulder, she slid the
pulsing head of his dick through her glistening, outer
lips. She pressed and circled his dripping cock around
her protruding clit, finally using the length of his
shaft, to slap the reddened, inner-folds of her cunt.
Glen drove his hips up, wanting to shove his fevered cock
into her tight cunt, but his dick slipped and glided
through her supple, inner lips. The shaft of his slick
member, eased between Lani's trembling, cunt lips and
banged against her pebble-hard clit again. She bucked and
jerked wildly with another, climbing orgasm. Lani's moans
grew more intense, from little-girl like whimpers, to
deep grunts and gasps.
Glen felt the hot splash of Lani's cum, swamp his cock.
He looked down, and watched droplets of her clear, sweet
honey, shower his dick, thighs and stomach.
He pulled his left hand back and spanked her hip hard
while she came. He ran his right hand against the
flatness of her stomach and up to her jiggling tits. The
agonizing sting of his hand sliding over new, open gashes
brought instant tears to Lani's eyes.
He pinched and pulled her dark-red nipple, pulled it
high, then dropped it to watch her tit bounce. Her face
contorted from the pleasurable pain. He abused her tit,
twisted and tugged her nipple relentlessly, stretching it
toward the ceiling and bouncing her tit on it, as if the
large nipple were some type of bungee. He let go abruptly
and slapped her aching, extended nipple. He spanked her
ass vigorously, he felt the softness of her cheeks jiggle
against his balls. Glen slowly dragged his nails across
the soon-to-be welts.
Lani cried out, "Yyyesss baby! Hurt me... always... hurt
me!"
She aimed his stiff cock, sticky with her cum and his
pre-cum, at her tight hole. Her middle and index finger
spread her juiced lips, she lowered herself slowly, her
pussy lips enveloped the head of his rod. Glen held her
hips and pulled down. Lani struggled against him, and
from consuming his entire cock all at once; all Glen
wanted was release.
They paused, looked into each other's eyes - then Lani
thrust down, taking Glen's enlarged member completely
into herself. They gasped and moaned together, she leaned
over and rested her cheek against his chest, and rocked
her hips.
Reaching behind, Lani massaged and tugged Glen's balls,
her quivering pussy clenched at his enormous cock. He fit
so tight and could feel every gripping muscle in her
tender cunt. His strong hands slid under her ass and
lifted her nearly off his cock, keeping just the wide
head of his dick, buried deep between her wet folds. She
held and steadied his sticky, hot cock. He paused for
only a moment then dropped her down, her ass slapped
against his thighs and balls. Lani screamed in ecstasy,
pinched and twisted Glen's nipple with her free hand.
His body tensed, he grunted between clenched teeth, "C-
cunt."
Lani raised her hips up, and tightened her aching pussy
around the head of his cock. The sound of wet sex from
her sopping cunt, drowned out their cries and moans. She,
simultaneously, fingered his taut asshole and rubbed her
enlarged clit with two slippery fingers. Lani slammed her
smooth pussy down again, at the same moment, she pushed
her finger into Glen's tight, virgin ass. He bucked his
hips up and down wildly and emitted grunts from deep
within his chest and throat. Glen violently came, like
never before. Lani threw her head back and forth, her
large milky tits shook and bounced.
He reached up and pulled down on her shoulders, his balls
tightened up, his cock jolted and shot a thick load of
hot cum, deep inside of her. Their bodies tensed then
convulsed again, she continued to fuck him. He groaned
again, another shot of bubbling cum, coated her hot
snatch, their mingled juice seeped from her blushed and
contracting hole, spilling between her thighs and onto
his balls.
Lani cried out again and dug her black, enameled nails
into his bronze chest, all but her hips stopped moving.
She continuously ground her clit into Glen's pubic hair
and splattered his exploding member with her own creamy,
hot cum.
She looked down into his face and at last collapsed on
top of him. They lay there in each other's arms panting
heavily, their bodies still twitching, her pussy still
clenching his slowly deflating cock.
Finally, Glen swallowed hard and licked his dry lips,
"Lani... babe..." he breathed and tried to brush hair
from her eyes, "...never again."
She softly cried, "I know."
Shakily, they moved to get up. Lani had to peel herself
from Glen, their bodies cemented together with dried
blood. She leaned over and kissed him passionately, their
tongues probed and circled each other's, still tasting
the bitter sweet of iron.
She sat back on her heels to get up, glanced at the long,
bathroom mirror and blinked her eyes. Lani pulled her
hair away from her face, but when she unsteadily got to
her feet, she noticed the word 'love' painted, in blood,
across her cheek.
She whispered to herself, "Yes... love."
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in any part, resembles another's situation, it is purely
coincidental.
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