Tami Richardson

by Horror Sleaze Trash on March 7, 2012

Tami Richardson grew up in the mountains of the Deep South.   A child of a free-thinking visionary, she adopted a non-conformist view on life at an early age.  She began writing short stories and poetry at the age of 11 as a form of expression  Now, after various misguided career choices, including armed robbery, phone sex operator, peanut inspector and an sales rep in the adult toy industry.  She has decided once again to follow her heart and embrace her first true passion in life.

“Skin flakes”

by Tami Richardson

He’s a twisted bastard.  I awake, his legs on my shoulder’s.  His cock in my face

“Suck It!” Pressing hard against my mouth.  One exploratory lick.

“Take a fucking shower, It’s been three fucking days!” odor of sweat, cum, my own pussy.

“Suck my cock you dirty bitch” Shaking my head no. He pins me down completely. He begins to stroke it, rubbing it against my mouth.

“Cum in… my mouth” I tease.

He rubs even faster now. I can feel it as he cums, warm, wet, sticky.  I lick my lips, sweet and slightly salty at the same time. It drips down my face, off my neck, pooling on my neck and chest.  I turn on the fan. Completely still, saying nothing, plotting revenge.  He’s in the kitchen.

“You mad, baby?”

“No babe, of course not

He pours the milk in his cereal. Getting up, I walk to the kitchen. The spunk, dried now, is flaking off, like skin after a bad sunburn. I scrape it off with my nails.  He’s getting his spoon. I sprinkle it on the top of his cereal. He digs in,  after 3 or 4 bites, I’m laughing so fucking hard i have to tell him.

“You sick fucking bitch!”

He finishes the bowl.

“I love You!” and tries to kiss me.

I run.

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