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I was still hanging there; my throat was hurting very badly.
I couldn't move my arms up any more.
The room was starting to go black.
I really didn't want to die anymore. Someone might find me, if I could just draw one more brea...
Ok, so she was turned into a gutter slut-- got it.... But I don't agree with infecting her with AIDS that's so mean..... No matter how slutty she maybe she's still the mother of your kids. I get infecting the others & if they didn't end up dead most likely she still would've been fucking around-- but towards the end I felt very sorry for her. Ok I must say this: you can't catch AIDS from touching, hugging, kissing & sharing utensils. HIV/AIDS can only be passed through open sores , cuts, needle sharing, blood & bodily fluid, making your children alienate their own mother is wrong on so many levels. Her life towards the end actually had me tearing up, it sounds lonely, sad & depressing. Tattooing bio hazard fuck at your own risk was funny though... I wonder if she would do things differently? Anyways liked the story
Even though you and your proof reader missed the fact that you called Vinnie 'Larry' once toward the end. This is usually the only thing I criticize for in these stories. If not for that I would have probably made it a favorite.
and every woman knows if her husband is a "family man".
I wonder if she would have done what she did had she known.
And I wonder what her lovers would have done had they known.