Damaged Dentin

I dreamed of you again instead of a nightmare. I could feel the dream resist shifting to a nightmare as I roughly heard the sound of your malicious giggles again. But as the blur came into view I knew what this memory was about. Something deeper than tattoos or rings. I believe it was the very first time we played and you threw hands at me like an inmate.

I held you down to the floor while my arm hairs were dragged a long tile grout with the background of evil laughing. As I look up at crazy red hair with sharp green eyes, a forehead quickly approaches. Crunch Shocked I let go. She chip my front tooth. No wait. This was retaliation. That's right. The day prior I had shipped hers while playing ,she was thrashing about. In the exact same place. In the exact same part of the apartment. Little twig fuck.