Karma (The Exodus)

T he queen of darkness lets me put on my pants. How nice of her. Maybe she’s done torturing my cock and balls. I sit with my pants unzipped and unbuttoned, the fabric spread to expose the fine, dark hairs.

Speaking of the queen of darkness, where is she? She left pretty soon after my hand was inside her. I bring that hand up to my nose and smell the remnants of her sweet cunt on my fingers.

Who knew karma would smell so sinful?

I stare at the clock. It’s pushing seven a.m. It’s too late to get to the party now. Fuck me. She might as well kill me at this point. They’ll do it if she doesn’t, and I’d rather it happens at her fucked-up, pretty little hands.