08-12-2017, 01:28 AM
Harley could not stand worthless, and drawn out, rambling conversations. Especially from men who sat too tall on their high horse. Men who loved the sound of their own voice and would listen to talk, not to respond.
Poor excuses of them seemed to sprout like weeds all around her. Not like the weeds, darling Ivy could spring up though. No, those were delicate creations by mother nature herself.
That girl can grow some weeds. Raising her eyebrows, Harley amused herself. These cretins were the kind that would suffocate and destroy your beautiful foliage. The kind that would lower the value of your beautiful home. There are things you can do when you are faced with that kind of destructive infestation. One, rip them up from the ground by their roots. Two, burn them with fire till they are nothing more but a pile of dusty ash. Or you can drown them in deadly poison.
Puddin would like poison.
The wind caught in her chest and uncontrollably she went back in time. Of course, it was the memory she still fiercely clung too. The one she couldn't let go; the chemical bath. It brought that sweet burning sensation that touched in deep, private places, last been felt by her dangerous love. The heat was pleasurable and painful which resulted in agony.
Pain is love to me.
“Ah Fuck” rasping a whisper to herself, she shook her head side to side. The passionate desire was short lived, as always, and then quickly followed with the ache of guilt. Now she was in a mood and had some tension to let loose.Focusing on the bounce of her curled pig tails brought Harley closer back to earth. With Goodnight tightly grasped in her gloved hand, Harley swung it up and cradled it confidently on her shoulder. While peering around the space she couldn’t help but snicker. Eyes sparkling with mischief she landed on exit stage left.
“Oh BOYS!” Harley bellowed with explosive giggles then finished with her tongue gliding across her pearly whites.
“If ya would excuse me, I need to recharge my batteries” calling out in that thick Brooklyn accent dripped with sexual tension.
Pretty positive some of those knuckle heads back there had some objections but pretended that she didn’t hear them. However, the goons nonsensical responses were not merited enough to chase after her. The way she skipped past them while matching Goodnights swing to the sway of her hips sealed the deal.
Lucky for them, I'm one of those moods that only a fresh skull kissing from baby could change. Either way, they would have had a good time with or without blood Harley would have a good time.
But patience is a virtue.
“Geez this place is so stiff, where can a girl like me get, some real fun around here?” with her eyes rolling and a loud huff, The Princess of Mischief stormed far off away from Loser Central.
Harley needed to release some steam and that meant getting in trouble. Being the biggest trouble maker of them all, creating chaos was an addiction.
"You have been a bad girl Harley." Batman snapped in that deeply sexually confident voice. The thought of Batman spanking her for being a naughty girl resulted in a flash of that devilish grin.
Bad things that Robo Cop would want to put her in handcuffs for is what Harley was feening. His cold gaze and dead emptiness of his sunglasses towering over her body made Harley feel like a real woman.
Wouldn't mind at all seeing him again. The reel of him cock-blocking her kills played in her mind like a porno.
“Now that is a man that could show me a good time” moving a piece of one her pink tipped locks away from her face, Harley muttered.
Can I get his attention somehow and see him again? Now there is a tantalizing thought, feels just like what I'm looking for.
Throwing her head back, Harley could barely control herself and burst out psychotic giggles. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome could always replace her Batsey. Even distract her from thinking about Mr. J which she needed more than anything else.
The only real question is how do I get to see him again?
“Hmm,” Haley thought loudly, placing a perfectly manicured hand under her chin with that sexy, puzzled look.
“I know!” she exclaimed joyfully while jumping up and down. Miss Mischief was going to do what she didn’t do last time she was blessed to cross the Judge’s Path. A super fantastic real fun time.
Poor excuses of them seemed to sprout like weeds all around her. Not like the weeds, darling Ivy could spring up though. No, those were delicate creations by mother nature herself.
That girl can grow some weeds. Raising her eyebrows, Harley amused herself. These cretins were the kind that would suffocate and destroy your beautiful foliage. The kind that would lower the value of your beautiful home. There are things you can do when you are faced with that kind of destructive infestation. One, rip them up from the ground by their roots. Two, burn them with fire till they are nothing more but a pile of dusty ash. Or you can drown them in deadly poison.
Puddin would like poison.
The wind caught in her chest and uncontrollably she went back in time. Of course, it was the memory she still fiercely clung too. The one she couldn't let go; the chemical bath. It brought that sweet burning sensation that touched in deep, private places, last been felt by her dangerous love. The heat was pleasurable and painful which resulted in agony.
Pain is love to me.
“Ah Fuck” rasping a whisper to herself, she shook her head side to side. The passionate desire was short lived, as always, and then quickly followed with the ache of guilt. Now she was in a mood and had some tension to let loose.Focusing on the bounce of her curled pig tails brought Harley closer back to earth. With Goodnight tightly grasped in her gloved hand, Harley swung it up and cradled it confidently on her shoulder. While peering around the space she couldn’t help but snicker. Eyes sparkling with mischief she landed on exit stage left.
“Oh BOYS!” Harley bellowed with explosive giggles then finished with her tongue gliding across her pearly whites.
“If ya would excuse me, I need to recharge my batteries” calling out in that thick Brooklyn accent dripped with sexual tension.
Pretty positive some of those knuckle heads back there had some objections but pretended that she didn’t hear them. However, the goons nonsensical responses were not merited enough to chase after her. The way she skipped past them while matching Goodnights swing to the sway of her hips sealed the deal.
Lucky for them, I'm one of those moods that only a fresh skull kissing from baby could change. Either way, they would have had a good time with or without blood Harley would have a good time.
But patience is a virtue.
“Geez this place is so stiff, where can a girl like me get, some real fun around here?” with her eyes rolling and a loud huff, The Princess of Mischief stormed far off away from Loser Central.
Harley needed to release some steam and that meant getting in trouble. Being the biggest trouble maker of them all, creating chaos was an addiction.
"You have been a bad girl Harley." Batman snapped in that deeply sexually confident voice. The thought of Batman spanking her for being a naughty girl resulted in a flash of that devilish grin.
Bad things that Robo Cop would want to put her in handcuffs for is what Harley was feening. His cold gaze and dead emptiness of his sunglasses towering over her body made Harley feel like a real woman.
Wouldn't mind at all seeing him again. The reel of him cock-blocking her kills played in her mind like a porno.
“Now that is a man that could show me a good time” moving a piece of one her pink tipped locks away from her face, Harley muttered.
Can I get his attention somehow and see him again? Now there is a tantalizing thought, feels just like what I'm looking for.
Throwing her head back, Harley could barely control herself and burst out psychotic giggles. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome could always replace her Batsey. Even distract her from thinking about Mr. J which she needed more than anything else.
The only real question is how do I get to see him again?
“Hmm,” Haley thought loudly, placing a perfectly manicured hand under her chin with that sexy, puzzled look.
“I know!” she exclaimed joyfully while jumping up and down. Miss Mischief was going to do what she didn’t do last time she was blessed to cross the Judge’s Path. A super fantastic real fun time.
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