Page 4 of Dead Valentine

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HER_MISFIT221:Look how fucking wet you are already. What got you soaked first? My gifts? My words? Or knowing that I’m always watching you?

I moan falls past my lips and I whisper, “A-all of it.” I reach towards the night stand and grab his note, bringing it to my nose and inhaling. I breathe it in as if I can smell him. Dropping the note to my bare chest, I lift my hips and pull my panties off, throwing them to the floor. My eyes fall closed as I bring the note down to one nipple and circle it slowly. With my other hand, I slowly drag my fingertips down my ribs, goosebumps following the path I take until I reach my clit. I slowly circle two fingers on my clit and my body jolts from the zing of pleasure. Music coming from my laptop startles me.What the fuck?

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HER_MISFIT221:Sorry, doll. Just wanted to give you some background music. I hope you like the playlist I made for you.

I shake my head and laugh, laying back against my pillows. The corner of the note pokes into my thigh and I hold it again, sliding it up my body and circling my nipple until it hardens again. Lazy circles around my clit with my other hand bring me back to focusing on him. Dipping two fingers down, I run them through my soaked folds and cover them. Sliding back to my clit, my fingers slip and slide and I add more pressure, moaning as I rock my hips. His comment about my body being covered in our cum and blood floats in my mind. Gently sliding the edge of the note along my nipple, I quickly flick my wrist and knick my nipple with it. I hiss and moan at the sting of pain from the paper cut.Looking down, I notice pinpricks of blood pooling to the surface of the cut.

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Peeking through my eyelids, I continue rubbing my clit faster as I read his message.

HER_MISFIT221:I knew my girl would love pain with her pleasure. You’re gonna make me fucking cum, Emrey.

Rubbing faster, I slice my other nipple with the note and my eyes roll back, moaning. There’s a tingling sensation in my toes and my thighs tremble. Is this normal?

“Mi-Misfit? Something… oh god, something is happening.” My body arches from the pleasure and I can’t help but rub my clit faster. I can feel my pussy clenching over and over.

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HER_MISFIT221:Let it happen. You’re safe.

Safe? I’ve never been safe before. Somehow the simple words are my undoing and I throw my head back and moan. I feel a gush of liquid between my thighs as my body practically convulses. I lay there, frozen and panting, staring at the ceiling as my whole body feels like a livewire. My body melts against my bed and I hear the music stop playing.

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I attempt to move for my laptop, feeling completely boneless. “Sorry, Misfit. Can’t move,” I say, breathless.

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I groan and push myself up to stare at the screen.

HER_MISFIT221:Fuck, you’re beautiful when you cum. Was that your first time, doll?

HER_MISFIT221:Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope you love your present. Get some sleep.

I nod to his question, still trying to catch my breath. “Happy Valentine’s day, Misfit. Thank you for my gift. I’ll start reading it tomorrow.”

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HER_MISFIT221:I’ll be here if you need me. Goodnight, my little dark one.

I smile at the camera. “Goodnight, my misfit.”

MY DEAD VALENTINE

BY CORBIN MORIARTY

I always knewI was different. My fascination with death and the human body made me different. As a young teen, I was excited rather than sickened by the porn I found on the dark web. It started with unconscious girls getting fucked. It was hot, don’t get me wrong, but the dead ones… fuck, that shit really got me going. I didn’t lose my virginity until senior year. I pretended to get drunk with the girl as I force-fed her shots. People always say the first time isn’t that great. I call bullshit. I almost jizzed in my pants as I dropped her deadweight to the bed and watched her eyes roll back.

I originally planned on going to school to become a forensic psychiatrist. That way, I could surround myself with people who thought like me, who pretend to give a shit about justice, while feeding my fascination. Hell, maybe some of them could even give me some inspiration. The knowledge that a mortuary science degree would have me swimming in dead bodies was too good to pass up. I was going to make my dreams come true no matter how difficult. I was able to get my mortuary science degree while attending St. Valentines University, while I hadto move on with my schooling to complete the forensic psych degree.

Slicing into cadavers has always felt erotic to me. I quickly learned in school to keep myself pressed against the table at all times. It even got so bad, I had to invest in wearing a cup over my cock.

I heard about the perfect job opening a year before my fellowship was done. St. John’s Damascus, a one-size-fits-all hospital in the tiny town of Damascus, Oregon. They were so desperate for someone with my credentials, they were willing to wait for me to finish my fellowship. For someone who’s nowhere near a saint, I found it strange that I kept ending up in places with saint in the name. I was thirty-three when I landed my dream job and I was in pure bliss. I went to locations where people succumbed to natural causes or someone snuffed the light out for them either around town or the hospital itself. Every last dead body came to me. My very own bloody gold mine.

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