ANAM CARA

I DON'T UNDERSTAND BUT I LOVE YOU

Sometimes the wrong train takes you to the right station.

CRASH LANDING ON YOU

THE GIRL

While I was eating delicious worms from the soil of God knows where, I noticed a change.

It was little, but I felt it.

My meal was much more exquisite.

Instead of the distractingly earthy taste, my taste buds felt the smooth structure overpower. "Interesting", I thought to myself, but she didn't fully trust it.

"Depart, depart", she shouted in my head, and because of the disturbing penetration of sudden force, I started banging my head on the nearest rock until she stopped.

Blood started forming.

I paid it no mind, since this was a daily ritual.

I, however, turned all my attention to the little delicious worms beneath me.

I cocked my head to the side as I watched one propel itself to the direction of my right.

As if Destiny called out her name, she followed the little one.

While curiously and eagerly following the little one, it has gotten night, then day, then night, then day, and then night again.

That occurrence went on for much longer than I could remember, because all my attention was fixated on the little beauty in front of me.

Suddenly, the air shifted, and I could feel an intense heat come over me.

This didn't feel like anything from the change before-this wasn't just 'interesting'.

This was different-pleasant even.

The sudden change of emotions made me move even faster.

Every left the little beauty took, I took.

And every right it took, I took too.

I was hot.

At a given moment we neared a humble looking house and as if Fate met Destiny the worm took an abrupt turn and crawled out of sight.

My obsession halted and I had now all my attention fixated on the house before me.

Still in heat, I tried to stand up, but my knees gave out before I could.

I fell down with a loud thud and hit my head on a rock once again.

Overstimulated, my head couldn't take the repeating abuse no more and gave out, with the little humble house being the last thing that I saw.

"So as I was ordering my meal, I saw her skirt slowly moving up. I mean how can I not look with everything these whores be wearing every day, am I right?"

The man said while looking at the other man as if he sought for confirmation.

"Of course." The other man said.

And with a grin the other man went further.

"These women that call themselves 'ladies' are just asking for it. Especially with those high ass fuck skirts they be wearing and those Godless crop tops."

As an answer the man rubbed his neck while shaking his head in distaste.

"So what did you do to the little lady?"

The other man asked the man to restart the story he had been telling.

There was a big sparkle in his eyes as he continued his story.