Jeffrey "Williford." Dahmer clone. The fun one. |
mun 18+. indie based on Geoffrey Girard's Project Cain and Cain's Blood #deadlydahmer
brother blog Blog contains disturbing themes.
Elton shrugged his jacket off and placed it inside his bag; he was sure to zip it back up quickly, too. If Jeff seen what it contained he’d probably be freaked out. The smile returned as he fixated his eyes onto Jeffrey’s slender figure, making his smirk evident.
"You okay with Hawaiian?“ he asked, fingers running over his phone repeatedly. Jeff didn’t say anything about the way he opened and closed his duffel bag so quickly. This was this guy’s one ounce of privacy in the entire world, so he figured he’d stay quiet.
Charlotte was frozen in her tracks — almost as if she was starstruck. Now, obviously this was silly of her because Jeffrey Dahmer was dead, and even if he wasn’t, he would be fifty-four… and this guy was much younger. And had darker hair.
❝ Has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like Dahmer. ❞
Jeffrey was just minding his own goddamn business. Apparently that didn’t warrant him any peace nor quiet. “Excuse me?” he asked, glaring at the woman. The nasty look on his face would be a tip off that he was somewhere between disgusted and offended. Inside, however, he was laughing. This girl was so close to the mark, it was quite hilarious.
I want you to count out every strike while I spank you
Go on, lick my cum off the floor
Don't talk, just spread your fucking legs
You're such a pretty little slut for me, aren't you? So desperate.
I'll have to gag you if you don't keep it down.... or do you want them to hear?
Do you like touching the bruises I leave on your skin?
Come sit on my lap like a good pet.
Don't ask questions, just bend over the table and hold on.
Lift up your skirt and show me that tight ass of yours.
Crawl under the table and put your mouth to use, that's your dessert tonight.
I think we should make a tape so I can show everyone what a good whore you are.
Answer the phone, I'll keep fucking you.
Your naughty pussy's so wet already, maybe I should spank it.
Did you wear the plug to keep yourself loose for me?
Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.
What a greedy little hole you have, it's sucking my fingers right in.
I'm going to tie you up so you can't move and you won't be able to stop me from doing whatever I want.
You're always prettiest with my cum dripping off you.
I don't care if people are around, open up your shirt and let me see your tits
I'm your Master/Mistress and you're going to do whatever I say if you know what's good for you.
Be a good pet tonight and you can sleep in my bed instead of on the floor.
Stick out your ass more, everyone knows it's your most attractive feature.
What's wrong, are your little nipples sore? Too bad, I'm going to keep playing with them.
Nothing to say? What's wrong, did I finally fuck your brains out?
❝It’s the least I could do, really, for you letting me stay here and every- thing.❞ of course, he had other things in mind that he probably wouldn’t bring up. For all he knew, this guy could be in a relationship or some- thing. Another drink. A smirk spread across his pink lips as he eyed Jeff.
"All right, then. I appreciate it.“ Jeffrey didn’t miss the half-smile on Elton’s face. He licked his own lips and smiled back before averting his gaze. He finished off his own beer and swiped at his cell phone, unlocking it.
The dahlia nervously picked his lower lip until Jeff returned with another beer. If it worked out, he’d be buzzed by this one. One more and he may just be on the verge of drunk- and he was in such a mood that night that he didn’t care what happened… if anything did between them. ❝Thank you, and yes, that sounds great. I’ll buy.❞
"Ya sure? I mean, you don’t have to.“ Jeff had made sure not to ask about this guy’s pay, despite the fact that he was incredibly curious. But he didn’t want to strain the guy if he couldn’t afford to pay. Besides, it was only pizza. He watched as he took the drink, wondering if he should have put something extra in it, or if it were too soon.
❝Erm… sure. Yeah, that sounds nice. I haven’t eaten in a while. Say, do you have any more alcohol? I’m not trying to get wasted tonight but I need something to clear my head.❞
"Yeah, sure, I can do that. I mean–Yeah.“ Jeff stood up and wiped the palms of his hands on the thighs of his jeans and shuffled back into the kitchen. He returned with another bottle, freshly opened, and produced a cell phone from his pocket. "There’s not much to eat in here. You okay with pizza?”
