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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Enfer -- Runaway
Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 05:10:02 -0400
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From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
0946Xrunaway0266X.htm
Emma Cavanaugh DOB: 8/10/1974
November 29, 1987
It was raining, I hate the fucken rain. My drawers were wet.
My skin was damp and my teeth hurt. I was so hungry I would
have fucked for a crust of bread. Now, I am full of shit. I
like to curse. Do it every second I get. Yes, I would blow
you for a meal. Ain't that worth about five or ten, Mr., Like
em young?
Pussy shaved. Fuck yes, I'd lie, why, you want a baby. I hate
the rain. Runs down my face, and makes me feel even dirtier.
Hate it when my hair is greasy. I couldn't see my hands. I
was blind. Bite it off for you. Like to be beat up. OK. What
skin he has. Purple blotches, throws my ass against the door
handle, fucken back, and won't bend. Don't pull my fucken
hair, you shit. Harder. Bang my back against the dash board.
Hope you get off, mother fucker. Dark Corner. Yes, it's cold
outside, Come, but then I'm wet. Sucking snot out of my own
nose, ribbons of phlegm, tried it once on a girl friend. We
used to read dirty books together. Gail's father hid them
under the mattress.
Fucked up photos of bitches sucking dick and come from
leaking cunts, and snot. Greedy. I'd love it how Gail would
sit on her haunches, bend back, so her hair would touch he
bed behind her, pushing her tits out. she call it, although
she didn't have much. Flat chest. Hard nipples, 13 and no
tits, not like mine.
She liked to feel me up, make em hard and suck on them. I
didn't really care. I really wanted her to kiss me, and then,
she made me do it. She was not as strong, but I liked her too
much. If I didn't do it, she would call up her friend, June,
who was three years older, and talk dirty with her, telling
June what she would do if they lived closer. I'd suck her
pussy while she talked on the phone. June was OK I guess, I
talked to her once in a while. She had a low pitched voice
that almost sounded like a guy. I asked Gail if she had ever
met June. No, but she sent me a picture. She looked real
Butch. My Mom must have found it and threw it away. I didn't
really like it all. It felt good but not like the books said.
I'd get excited and it go nowhere unless I used Mom's
vibrator, and that seemed like a machine.
Who wants to fuck a machine. I wanted something else, and
Gail tried to find it. Play with my ass, fucked me with a
dildo. We made it ourselves. Older man at church gave me a
flower one Sunday, called me a pretty thing, and Mom laughed.
No one every called me pretty but my Daddy, and he was drunk
all the time. He only called me pretty when I sat on his lap
and let him play with my tits and snatch. I didn't mind. He
gave me red candy and never cursed. When he shot, as I sat there
feeling the wet against my ass, I would pretend to be dead and
I would imagine dear Dad being carted away to the electric chair.
Once there, I would pull the switch. When I woke up, I hated the
dream. I really loved my father. Years later when I did blow jobs
in the front seat of cars I would imagine my father's cock,
and when he came, both the John and my father lost it. I love the
taste of blood sometimes.
More scenes from America and some erotica by Sean Farragher:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/
Sean Farragher
Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com
TxM6 Sites:
http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming)
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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