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Subject: {ASSM} "My Rose" (Mf, cons, rom, snuff) This is my worst.
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My Rose
{ASSM} (Mf, cons, rom, snuff)
By Simple Man (C)2003
I walked into a veritable field of them, all young, very, very young.
The razor sharp shears I brought with me held behind my back, they were all
naked and some were short while others were taller. I would have one of
them tonight, but there were so many of them, I found it hard to make up my
mind. She had to be young and she had to be beautiful if I was going to
take her life. I could have let her go and she would have aged gracefully
and then died of old age, never being of use to any man, and I simply could
not let this happen. No, in her last moments of life she would adorn my
dinner table for all to see in her naked dying glory.
She watched me approach and I knelt down to her, studying her graceful
curves, her evident moisture, she was indeed beautiful and at that moment I
wanted no other, she was perfect in every way. I talked to her and she
seemed to want to listen to me, her redness seemed to be moving closer to my
lips. It would only be a moment before we kissed. She seemed to want me in
an odd sort of way and I did not discourage her, but instead, teased her to
come to daddy. She moved as effortlessly as the wind, showing me all her
charms, and at the height of it I brought out the shears and severed her
stalk. There was no sound, no screams as she lay in my hands on the verge
of death.
The single rose adorned my table that night as I proposed to the woman
I loved.
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