Sometimes we are not perfect. No, let's rephrase that, we usually are not perfect. If we expect that we will always be disappointed. If we base 'trust' on that it can be even worse. Sometimes we must lose something to understand the big picture. Some things we can never fix or go back to. Life is like that, so is death.
Place: an alley in a big city, somewhere in the northern Midwest of America. Time: a cold winters night, and it happens as you read. Players: a young runaway black girl and a rough bigoted man. Situation: Rape. This is a violet story about the rape of a black girl by a racist white man. I don't think it requires much explanation. If you like such stories, read it, if you don't pass it bye. If you're looking for a sappy romantic fuck, this isn't it.
(A story in the Hungry For... universe: written at the request of, or in collaboration with, female fans and friends)
Mad scientist ISO young beautiful woman to practice surgical experiments on. I will open up your chest and abdominal cavities and poke around inside you; maybe remove some stuff and move other stuff around--just to see what happens. Understand that I am not a doctor and have no access to anesthesia or antibiotics. The pain will be excruciating, and the odds are almost certain that you will die. No safe-words or limits once the surgery begins. Reply if you're interested...