So I totally forgot that I was posting this here.

This chapter was 100% me.

Chapter one is here.

Chapter 2

Astarte

Two Boyfriends

                I was super-angry with my pretty whore angel man person. I HATE MY PARENTS. But I totally wanted to bang him just because he was special and pretty and sparkly desu.  So I was standing in my yard staring into the woods.

                I was getting ready to go back inside and tell my dad that he didn’t love me when something happened. A thing happenedm and the thing that happened was that someone came out of th woods. He was tall and slender with turquoise eyes shining bright like two supernovas. I was filled with longing. “Who are you?”

                “My nam is==s not important. I’m Krishna.”

                “KRISHNA!” I shouted, excited. “Why are you here?”

                “Because, Astarte, I’ve been watching you for six years. I saw you naked last week screwing that one guy. It was hot. I wanted to ask to join in but I was too nervous.” He cast his eyes downward, shy. His ultramarine blue eyes had a strange quality to them, an expression I couldn’t read. Then I understood it: lust.

                The look flared inhis eyes like he was some sort of possessed jack-o-latern. I knew what I had to do to ease that fire in his eye. We had to sex.

                “Let’s sex!” I said, squeeing like a schoolgirl.

                “Lets.”

                So I led him inside. Mom and dad were gone. They left me a note on the fridge, saying that they’d left me leftover ravioli and $1000 to go food shopping if I needed anything because they’d be gone for a week. THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND ME. They were off in Russia taking out the Mafiya or something but GOD THEY JUST DON’T LOVE ME. I took Krishna to my room and took off his pants and his MAGNIFICENT HAMMER burst forth like a jack-in-the-box. And then he put his boy’s thingy in my thing and we had sex.

                Suddenly sexy angel man burst into the room again ND he caught us doing sexy things. He looked upset an he ran out crying. I ran out after him holding Krishna’s amorous rod in my left hand. “WAIT!” I called. Angel whore man stopped in the living room and turned around.

                “I thought you loved me Astarte!” He said, tears streaming down his cheeks. “but you shacked up with this DEMON1 and he is going to RAPE YOU.”

                I gasped. I didn’t like rape./