I was sitting in my bedroom listening to the new VNV nation album. The dark, techno music crashing over me like the ghost of a dead mechanical god, when I realized that I was supposed to meet Spyder at the mall. I rolled off of my Nightmare Before Christmas bedspread and hopped up to head to the bathroom. The music rattled my mirror with its driving base and deep, soul wretching trebble. I pulled off my hoodie. The new tattoo I'd just gotten of a evil gothchick fairy with burning wings on my shoulderblade was just about healed. My pale skin hadn't been touched by the sun in five months.
I lathered up my exquisitely pale legs and sat on the edge of the bathtub. I could here my Dad downstairs drilling or something. I don't really know. Anyway, I started running some water, and pulled the straight razor from the drawer. I always shave with a straight razor cause if I feel like it, I could end it all ya' know?
Anyway, I love the feeling of a blade running over my smooth skin. I love hearing the swish of it in the water. I heard some commotion downstairs. Must be Dad building something...
Anyway, I pull down my black cotton panties and look at my bare mound in the mirror. I lift my left leg, and notice a little bit of stubble on my lips. With my left hand, I rub the shaving gel all over my labia, working it into a froth of aloe and sex juice. The razor's slick blade slid over my lips, sending waves through my body. I carefully traced the edges until I was silky smooth. I put the razor down, and lower myself into the bath. I couldn't get into the music because of all that damn hammering...
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