>>42289084>suicideI'm going to rape you. With my penis. My classy penis. My penis which is superior to yours in every way possible. My penis which is sheathed. My wonderful penis. My beautiful penis. My intelligent penis.
My classy cock.
I am going to rape you with it. I'm going to rape you so hard that you fall in love with me. Then I'm gonna rape you again. Then you're gonna look me in the eyes different. Then I'm going to rape you. You'll talk about me in private to all your friends, always talking about how interesting I am. Then I'm going to rape you.
Your heart will flutter every time we meet, you'll take years to do it,but you'll eventually ask me out to dinner one night. I'll say yes.
Then I'm going to rape you.
Things go well, we hit it off...something changes after that dinner. We start spending more time together. You try to get my attention with little jokes, turns of phrase you hope will charm me.
Then I'm going to rape you.
I can't help but fall in love with you, how could I not? You're so dear to me. So close, my perfect life cock sleeve.
Then I'm going to rape you.
Suddenly were dating. When did that happen? We don't know, we don't care to answer either. We sit on the couch together for hours, rewatching our favorite episodes together. It's nice.
Then I'm going to rape you.
We adopt a dog, just to test out the waters...you know why. And with time we both take the plunge- we have our first child. Your labor was difficult, scary, but it pulled through. we did it, together. It's a boy, tears stream down my face. I hold my son, my precious son.
Then I'm going to rape you.
We take him to his first day of preschool together, you cry. I hold you and remind you it's ok- it's natural- kids grow up. And it's something to be proud of. Because it means you're a good parent. You're doing a good job. We both are. He's so delicate, we worry, so small in the world. But we have trust.we have faith. I kiss your temple delicately.
Then I'm going to rape you.
Time passes, our son is nine. He plays outside with our aging dog. He's laughing, life is good. Until it happens, a ball rolls from his grasp out to the street. We try to stop him but it's too late, a semi truck flattens him. Our world shatters. Inconsolable.
Then I'm going to rape you.
We bury our son on a Friday. I take it worse than you- you were always the stronger of the both of us. I fall into a deep depression. You worry about me. Your heart hurts. I sleep for hours at A time. One day you say enough it enough. You come to me, me on the couch- the couch I used to sit on to watch cartoons with him. My boy. You hold me gently and say "it's OK, I know. I know". And I just fall apart. I sob. I sob until I can't anymore. Then we just sit together, silent. The cicadas chirp outside.
Then I'm going to rape you.