I always dream with flowers. So when it started I knew that it was not a typical dream. I was lying on a filthy street, rats running around me, tickling my body. I got up disgusted.
Where were my clothes?
Then I saw him... a man using a striped shirt and a fedora, his face burned and with claws on his hand. But... why was him so sexy? I knew I should be afraid, becaused it seemed like he was going to gut me, but I could not control the feelings I had.
"Hello, my name is Freddie, I am here to kill you little girl."
"I am not a little girl."
He started running towards me, all I could do was run away from him.
He pushed me on the floor and I hit my head on a rock and almost die.
"Please don't kill me."
"Why?"
"Because my pussy is wet."
We kissed.
*endnote: I might do a part 2 with a lot of sex