I loved to go to the beach. The soothing noise of the waves crashing into the shore. There was one noise, one sensation that I liked better then that. It's the one you're thinking. I wandered the beach. The beach has lots of goods suitable for crunching, but there was only one that made my spine tingle, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. I found a nest of cockroaches under the pier, and a find like this is what I call heaven. I sat in the middle of the nest like it was my crib and I was the baby and picked the cockroaches up one by one, crunching them all. Ah yes, that sickening crunch.
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That sickening crunch
FanfictionA collection of stories by a man who loves that sickening crunch. Please read and vote if you share these feelings. Love my crunchies (my fans)!
