I Can Go Get My Knife

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It had been another long day. I kick my feet up on my coffee table. Twirling the spoon in the vanilla ice cream I mix the it with the topping.

The white from the dairy treat makes it look more pink than red. Ice cream tastes good. It is just so much better when it's slathered in this topping.

I had worked way too hard to get this. There wasn't any way I was going to fuck it up by putting it on something nasty. It would just be a waste of my time and the precious blood of one of my victims.

Lifting the spoon to my mouth I take the bite. My eyes slip closed.

Finally I found the perfect one. It feels like it's been years since I had come out here looking. With silent steps I follow closely behind her. When we near the mouth of the alley my right arm wraps around her waist. My left hand shoots up covering her mouth so she can't scream. I drag her deep into the bowels of the alley.

"If you promise not to scream I'll remove my hand."

She nods her head. I move it away from her lips. Her mouth opens like she's going to tell for help.

"I can go get my knife." I warn her reaching behind me.

She shuts her mouth right away. I caress her cheek letting her know she did good. My hands tear her clothes from her body.

Her deliciously full breasts are bare before me. They feel glorious in my palms so firm and perky. No fake silicone to be found here. I have not a glimpse of doubt that they are real.

Looking down a smile comes to my lips. There isn't a single hair to be found on her privates. That's just the way I like it.

A noise at the start of the alley catches my attention. I whip my knife out holding it to her throat.

"Keep quiet or it'll cost you your life."

Whoever it was keeps walking. Too bad they've already ruined the moment. Sliding the blade across her throat sends a satisfying thrill down my spine.

I watch on in glee as the life fades from her blue grey eyes.

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