Dear Diary,
It is six o' clock in the morning. I have stood up all night with her on my mind. Fantasizing about her. Thinking about her, and her long hair, her perfect breasts, her trim slender body. Jerking off thinking about grabbing her breasts and making her really scream. Not one inch of sleep past through me last night, and all week I have tried to get her attention, I have tried to get her to notice me, but she hasn't even attempted to look at me. All my love letters that I have given her, scattered, all in the class hallways...Does my heart sink? Does it break? No, it simply just wants her more. She tells me there is no chance. She lead me on before. What am I to believe?
I will see her again in theater class at the end of the day. What will she be wearing? Her skimpy skirt that I hardly stop myself from trying to look under? Her slutty shirt that when she wears no bra? What is it that she will wear?
Oh I can smell her. My fantasy is to have her, and me only to have her. Not that fucker that plays football. That dip shit has no intent nor a fucking brain. Just built that's all. He'll just fuck her and leave. He won't nestle her body after words, he will only make love to one thing, her wet vagina, not her whole body that I will.
Six o' clock is about to end. Time to prepare for school. After today I will have her. All of her. No one else.
Dear diary,
School day almost passed. And she twists in the corner of my mind all day. My dick stiffens as she enters the room. Her long black hair, her pale white skin, her little pathetic preppy clothes, her short skirt I would yearn to rip off or smell under. I will have her after class. I will have all of her by now. I gaze at the cross she wears that hangs in between her soft breasts. I ask how she does today, she says nothing, she doesn't even look at me. She pretends never to notice me. My romance will always be with her..After today...
The time in class begins to die away to the final bell to end the day in school. I watch her with out her noticing me. Pleasuring myself with so much pain, pleasuring myself with so much need to have her, pleasuring myself to have her inside of my hands. My dream is to have my fingers trail in her long black hair, to embrace every fiber, every tangle, and every strand. To nestle her soft beautiful breasts. To have her hand with mine. And knowing this will never be, adds to my revolution to have her mine to myself, no other may have her of what I have dictated myself to do upon the end of this very school day. It will end.
Dear Diary,
School has ended. I sit here gazing at the clock. Almost eight o clock, her social life should soon be ending, and this beautiful girl will be home getting ready to nestle her angelic perfection to bed soon. I await here until midnight, her parents surely will be asleep by then, and no one will have to hear her scream.
Sitting here watching the clock down is not easy, as I have not slept an inch because my fantasy is creating me to become this machine I have became. Thinking of every inch of skin that lay behind her clothes. Thinking of having her warm body next to mine. It becomes unbearable to myself. I jerk and jerk but jerking doesn't seem to satisfy me until I have her to myself. And that time is slowly coming. I become so impatient. I must discipline my urge. I cut myself to feel the blood drip out of me. Not much of this pussy childish pain everyone favors comes about, but the mania of seeing blood spill makes me smile, but want her more. Fucking bitch, she's doing this to herself. If only she recognised me. This would have never happened. But she wanted to play love games with my heart. She thought I didn't see her secretly looking at me in the corner of my eyes. What was it she gazed at every day? Did she dream of my cock in her? Did she lust over my looks? Did she see something besides this insanity inside of me? What the fuck was it! What the fuck! These questions I will never have answered because she plays this game with me, that will shortly end by me. Yes I will not be the fool, I will win this game. I will win. Because in the end, no one will have you, if I can not have you me. Time is about to come to its end. Time is out. I know where she lives, the path she walks. It is time for my plan to be enacted.
Dear Diary,
I lay here in this stranded park. With blood on my hands. The story of her end was so perfect. Sneaking in her room, I happened to peer at her masturbating. I stood there gazing at her. My heart sunk to her. I felt in love all over again. Her beautiful washed body and water logged hair sitting there tampering with her cunt made my dreams I had of her come to there reality. Watching her with my erection, as she fled herself to self orgasm. It was the best picture I have yet seen. As she was done she tried to get her clothes to dress herself, but I could not let that art be hidden by the clothes she wears. I could not stand there and allow that body of hers to be dressed again. I kicked the door down. The fear in her eyes still haunts my visions. As I gagged her mouth with my hands, and bent her over her bead. Tying her mouth with her pillow cover, the struggle she turned me on more. The harder she fought made me feel so much pleasure. I wanted her more than I ever wanted her before and she was there tied by my own hands. Her tears I would comfort away from her cheek with my hands as I whispered in her ears not to be afraid as I would take that fear away from her. I could not help but to look down to her pre-erotica-ted vagina. I forced myself inside of her making the love I had always wanted to her. With staining the frame of this nocturnal rape, I wanted her not to be abused as much. She fought and fought, and it induced my rage. My fingers found home to her neck as I orgasm inside of her like no other time I can remember. But they found home nearly to far, I had snapped her neck into three places at one time. Tears fell through my eyes, as I turned her over. Laying dead I saw her, I felt her two perfect breasts and slowly fondled the corpse. Wishing for her to be alive so I can just kill her again. I made love one more time to her lifeless body, as it had gone to far, my hate, my mind, my spirit turned on her. I carried her out to the this spot in the woods I hide to slowly die near her...So we can again be together...Forever... |
Submission Name: Dissecting Fantasy
