My Girl: Ms. Watson

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mr. Robinson found his new crush.

Submitted: September 27, 2014

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Submitted: September 27, 2014

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  Her cold, wet, dirty body was with me. She's my darling, Ms. Watson. 

Well, we discovered each other at the funeral; it was love at first sight. I was pretty nervous to make a move since her beauty was beyond my league. However, I did go up to her and looked down on her, and there she was with a black dress with brown hair, O how amazing she looked in her dress and from then on I knew she was the one. I smiled at her; unfortunately she showed no emotions towards me; what a dispassionate woman I said to myself. I knew she was going to stay there for a while; therefore I decided I would go back to my shack and wear a formal attire to attract her.

It’s now evening; there was no one in the graveyard but her. On the way there I brought my shovel to give Ms. Watson a surprise. As I was dragging my shovel through piles of fallen leaves, I saw crows flying above the grave yard making horrifying noises of fear. Head on, I saw an old man with a red shirt, staring down on Ms. Watson. All the rage increased drastically in my inner self, why would anyone want to see Ms. Watson on this hour?!? I went up to the old man with anger; I poked on his fragile back while giving him a mischievous stare.

His fear excited my anger; I grabbed the shovel tightly and made a bloody swing into his chest. He yelled out a sanguineous scream. He then dropped to the floor, begging me to have mercy on him; I couldn’t stop now or else the fun will die out. I released my shovel to the floor, I slowly walked towards him. ‘’Please sir, I am only seeing my daughter, please give me mercy!’’’

  I went up to him, placing my hands around his neck and whispered: “your daughter won’t need you anymore’’. I began choking him, until I heard his last breath. I grabbed my pocket knife; punctured his throat, and then I slurped on his scrag to fulfill my pleasure of human blood. After that was over, I clutched my shovel and went towards to Ms. Watson. I commenced on digging her grave, so we can reunite. All the sweat was making me eager to crack open a cold one; then there it was my darling’s casket. I opened up her casket, carried the body from the deep grave of hers.

Oh how I missed my sweetheart, she really does look beautiful. She still smells the same, unfortunately her body is dead cold, but I don’t care. I carried her to my shack so that I can feed her hot soup I made for us. Ms. Watson sat there quietly and didn’t touch her soup at all, which was weird for me since she was hungry on the way here. At the shack we were having conversations of us getting married, raising a family, and dying together as a couple. I kept on looking on her sexually, which made me quite nervous but I can feel that Ms. Watson wanted to have a serious intercourse with me. I couldn’t control myself anymore; I grabbed her body and took her to my small little room. I turned on the lights, laid her gently on the bed, took my clothes off, and then stripped hers off too. We began to fuck loudly. It was heaven, we did every position we can imagine.  I loved how submissive she was with me; we were perfect for each other. After the fucking we began to cuddle and I whispered to myself:

Her cold, wet, dirty body was with me. She's my darling, Ms. Watson


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