Smear (Queer Bite)

Vastly inappropriate. Not meant to offend... just enjoy being a scumball for a minute. :)

“God damn son of a bitch!”

Well, Jesus-pissing-Christ, that’s a great way to start.

“Eddie, you fucker… you God damn asshole.”

He’s shakin’ all over with either anger or it’s that irritating faggot within him showing through again. He drags on a cigarette and chokes because he’s not a smoker at all… must be that oral addiction of his; that dire need for something long and phallic between his lips.

God, I fucking hate queers.

“You fucking killed her!”

I wipe the blood from my face where she must’ve scratched me.

Smirk.

“You killed my girlfriend!”

The smoke billows out of his cock-gobbler with coughs and gags.

Laugh.

“Don’t you—don’t you fucking laugh,” he spurts between hacking sessions; his throat hasn’t seen this much action in about eight hours.

Maybe less—I can’t really remember.

And the bitch is sprawled on the concrete patio, turning baby blue and a light shade of lavender, too.

And all I can think about is that sweet meat of her neck crushed between my palms and fingers. Not even a Chink could fit in that hole anymore. That pipe is almost as flat as her tits.

He looks at me with those blue-iced rounds as shallow and dead as this skinny little bitch lying beside the barbeque and I love him underneath me.

Just a dead body to fuck; a no-pulse zombie to love.

God, I fucking hate queers.

I look back at him, watching him gag on a smoke, licking the stray tobacco from his lips, picturing my deep red lipstick smeared in his stubble.

He tosses the smoke at me and it singes my shoe.

Thank God for the rain; thank God I wore my shitty stilettos tonight.

“Let’s bury the bitch.”

We stuff her in the crawl space, my eyes and cheeks running with a clown face-full of makeup from the rain.

Now he feels the relief of it all and the shit that I’ve unloaded off his back and the freedom to come from all of this and he sighs and tears up and wipes some gunked-up lipstick from my cock-gobbler and moves his hands down to lift up my dress and

I hate fucking queers.