Status Updates From Maeve Fly

‘his hands on me, my fingers on him, tongues, lips, teeth, sweat, fingers in hair, hot breath on throats and nipples and hips and thighs. we devour each other. we take, and we give, and it is too much, and it will never be enough. i can’t get close enough to him, i can’t get enough of his skin on my skin. i can’t—‘

‘we are what we are what we are, after all. and i am a dead playboy bunny and i am a fly and i am a wolf, and i am any wise man’s worst nightmare.’

‘i am wired and alive and adorned in the blood of men who i know nothing about and who are no longer men at all.’

maeve is truly just having an unhinged, psychotic free-for-all. slicing skin, chopping dicks. all is fair in love & war i suppose.

‘perhaps one would expect the chopping of a penis to feel a bit like the chopping of a hotdog, and it does. it is more fun than i anticipated, so i chop a bit more. chop, chop, chop.’

i’m gone☠️