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Later, though not much later, I’d explore the inside of this young man’s mouth with my tongue and my fingers; it would taste of bourbon and ennui. His mouth would explore the lemon and salt of my pussy; it would taste of multiple orgasms and poor judgment.
— Sep 10, 2026 04:19AM
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razan
is on page 151 of 254
His heart, his soul, his life, his cock, they all belonged to his wife, enumerating his parts in escalating importance. Boarding my plane at JFK, I promised myself that if he gave in, gave up, and fell with sweetness into my bed, he would live for me to tell the tale. If he didn’t, I would tell a different tale. It was all up to him, you see, whether he lived or died. It was his body, his choice.
— Sep 12, 2026 09:42AM
razan
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Nature had conspired to give us a beautiful day, [redacted] had used his skill to give us a beautiful sail, and I had to make a beautiful meal.
Now all I had to do was wait for [redacted] anaphylactic shock to kick in before I pushed him overboard and cut out his tongue.
— Sep 11, 2026 05:15AM
Now all I had to do was wait for [redacted] anaphylactic shock to kick in before I pushed him overboard and cut out his tongue.
razan
is on page 110 of 254
[redacted] could, after all, only die once. I wanted to spend time with him again and I wanted to kill him again; I wanted both, and I wanted them at once and neither was possible. Were I able, I would gladly have brought [redacted] back to life to kill and eat him, over and over. Multiple lives are wasted on cats.
— Sep 10, 2026 05:00PM
razan
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We as an English-speaking people can’t not eat our dead—our language loves a cannibal. We don’t just win at sports, we kill the other team; we demolish them; we devour our opponents. To express our appreciation for a baby’s cuteness, we say we could eat her up. When we have sex, we ravish our lovers, nibble their ears, lick their vulvas, or swallow their cocks. Gleeful, we banquet on flesh.
— Sep 10, 2026 04:52PM
razan
is on page 79 of 254
Likewise the hair that nestled his penis; giving him a blowjob was like pawning through an Easter basket to find the last candy eggs. ew💀
— Sep 10, 2026 04:36PM
razan
is on page 35 of 254
“cunt-struck” is immediately getting added to my vocabulary
— Sep 10, 2026 04:41AM
razan
is on page 35 of 254
Junk food was rebellion, rebellion was femininity, femininity was junk. Adolescence immersed me in an ouroboros of desires, and it was ecstasy. What choice did I have but to lose my virginity to a fry cook.
— Sep 10, 2026 04:40AM
razan
is on page 18 of 254
It’s such an intimate thing, to witness another’s death. Orgasms are a dime a dozen. Any old human woman can see a man orgasm. We so rarely get to see them die; it has been my greatest gift and my most divine privilege.
oh!
— Sep 10, 2026 04:26AM
oh!