Apr 302013
 

Monster in youI like your pale skin. I want to sting it. I want it to spill little strips of lava , maybe rub some in. Oh, and I want you cry. Just let me have a little bit of it. Just let me hurt you a little. Cry for me. I want tears. They just tickle me to death. Make me grin.

It’s Christmas morning and I’m like a kid just a little too old for Santa, but with no parental conformation that he doesn’t exist. I don’t really know where this came from, but I like it.

Apr 272013
 

knees

She had a thing for the animal shuffle and the view of a whore.

She’d been through enough of them.

Now she’s careful who she bruises for.

But the marks do call.

And the ringing is hard to avoid.

Now the ringing won’t stop and her unmarked flesh drives her up the fucking wall.

Apr 262013
 

New OrleansHe came in late. She was down to her natural look. Some girls did it like that. Not her. This was a once in a blue moon thing. Things were tight. She needed the cash. So she took him.

He seemed very pleased when he entered, which always confused her. She ain’t even have on no make-up or nothen’.

He seated himself in the only chair in the room, positioned purposefully in a dark corner. “Please forgive my late calling. It’s because of that, I’ve brought you a gift.” A gift!

That poor baby’s face lifted with the slyness of his grin. Out she pulled the leather collar. He moved quickly over her, “Here, let me help you with that.”

Apr 252013
 

Boss2

The “No Panties Rule” was the worst one.

There’s nothing to soak up what she’s terrified will reach her dress. All day, he watched her. He watched them. They’d watch her.

It was all she could take. Her thighs sopped around each other when her legs crossed. She was smelly meat in that office.

And the end of the day. When the Boss calls her into his office.

Everyone will know  just whose meat she is.

 

 

 

 

 

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Apr 242013
 

bloody noseYou don’t have to pretend to even like the idea, but tolerance would have been nice. To know that you tolerated her.

But you didn’t.

She’ll let that cook. It’ll simmer till the rolling boil sets a hiss to the stove. And tears will flow like blood from a busted nose. Then – She’ll  be tolerated. She’ll be more than tolerated. She’ll be heard. ~TSD

There’s always a show. You don’t always have tickets.~Unknown

Apr 152013
 

angels

Around here there’s scorched wings.

A garden. A beautiful mess of old feathers  and weeds.

And scars where they’ve been wrangled loose or pulled out.

Some of them were ripped out by our own hands.

This is where angels go to die.

Apr 112013
 

hands

My orgasm is your knee pinning my inner thigh without care of a bruise. Every time you use my hair to position me. When I cannot physically escape you, my mind cums. And again when you slap me.

When you taunt me with words of ownership, giving in, and taking what you want; I’m not shaking from fear. I’m shaking because my brain is finally getting  a hit. It’s kissing the sky, and it doesn’t want to come down.

You can fuck me if you want to. You deserve it.

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Apr 092013
 

I lied about my first kiss. I always told people that my second kiss was really my first kiss. That’s not the way it went down. Now, since I’m a slut, I’ll tell you that I kissed him. That first boy. I took his lips. I liked him and he liked me. He lusted after me for the rest of that afternoon. You could tell. When the attention even gets …uncomfortable.

He told his mother …like a pussy. And she made me feel dirty. Standing behind me that next day at school. Talking  with our teacher about closet situations, and monitoring students more closely. Of course I heard. Him. Hanging his head. Shame holding it down, but his face was fired-up red in a much different way than it was after I’d kissed him. Stupid pussy. And Fuck You, old bitch. I took it. Nothing you can say about me will ever get it back for him. And he liked it. He still likes it. And you just made sure that he’ll never get another one for a while. Oh, he’ll love you for that.

The next year, he was just someone I remembered.

I was walking outside to Spanish one day. It was so sunny, but not hot. Some girl tapped me on my shoulder and moused me aside of the students lazily making their way into the room. She liked that first boy of mine.  She asked me about him. I gave a half-assed laugh and told her not to go kissing him.

He tells his Mother everything.

 

 

 

Apr 072013
 

Push Me If you’re ready to be pushed, he’ll know when. Open up for him, hot or cold. If you want to be pushed, ask him for more. Don’t leave anything hanging in the bend. If you stumble, he won’t stop.

So slither into your surrender, sweating, sobbing, and soul bared. Because if you’re going to crawl into bed with The Devil… He will push you.