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45 entries this month
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00:43 Jul 31 2014
Times Read: 338
Hello everyone.
I hope that everyone is having a good day. As for mine, mine is going alright. It was worse last night but I wont put that personal information here cause there is some hungry gossip people out there just waiting for something to come to play. But my day is slowly getting better.
we all have bad days, but there is just something everyone has, they have that one special thing that makes things better? I believe that well that special something should always be the highlight of your day, even your life, well that's if you keep it with you.
But what I'm saying is cherish what you have now..hold onto it with all your might...keep it close and well make sure you know that it will always be there..should I replace that special something with someone? Oh yes I'm going to.
Everyone has that special someone, no matter what, there is just that ONE. But you see..most just tend to take it for granted and they tend to just...well lose what they really have..I mean the thing is, you won't know how special they really are till they are gone or something happens and well they walk away.
Don't take things for granted..don't let that special someone walk away..and most of all...this can go for a lot that are on here...and I have seen this happen so many times.
DON'T LET THIS SITE BREAK YOU APART..
Im done speaking now...and well that's my thought..that's what I think anyways. Have a good day.
Don't Call My Name
15:11 Jul 30 2014
Times Read: 347
Don't look for me
Don't call my name
Don't wait for time
Don't wait for love
Time now to leave
Time now to cry
Don't wait for love
No long goodbyes
Blah
17:22 Jul 29 2014
Times Read: 360
Random things hit upon my mind. But then again if they didn't I wouldn't be who I am now..let alone how I am now. But that's besides the point. I don't struggle okay I do struggle..yeah this entry is just odd it really is. But then again there isn't a stable part of my postings hence why I stick with posting poems.
I might not be perfect, hell I wouldn't want to be perfect..I don't think anyone should be perfect..due to the fact that will feed into their already high ego they have, something most do not need...but those that need a boost of it sure go for it. But I know I have done things wrong.
I know I have done things that were stupid or is stupid..we all do that's the thing,we all do something stupid but yet we all learn from it right? Well to be straight some don't learn from what they do wrong, no they take that and just add to it...yeah trust I've seen it many times.
anyways enough about that. I'm just sitting here typing away cause to be honest..I don't know what is fully running through my own mind, I mean I do but then again I dont...I know it's odd and what not so what shit happens...or it is what it is..simple as that...you deal with what you got and you use what you got..
I think..I'm just...I don't know..this post is coming off different then i thought it would...I didn't know I would just sit here and type but I guess it happens when your fingers start to play what your mind..is saying and what not..but the words that...aren't right are the ones tht come out..and not the words you hear in your mind....
anyways...laugh poke fun I don't care this was just something random...that's it..I'm done...
-waves-
Damn It.
16:02 Jul 29 2014
Times Read: 369
Well fuck, I had something epic to put but now it just fucking died..damn window closed on my bird.
Contest
12:40 Jul 29 2014
Times Read: 378
To prove ?
To gain?
To give?
To share ?
Satisfaction?
Maybe...
Most definitely
To calm the sorrow
A river of ink
To feed the power
A rain of letters
To fill the gap
A puddle of words
Giving emotion,
Living paper
Infused with life
Carved by emotion
I write for passion
I write for sorrow
I write for arrogance
I write for me
To feed my insanity
For the world is cruel and vile
But it feeds my desire
To fill the world with my pain and ire
To bestow my feelings deep in the hearts of all
Only for a moment
A dark cold moment
I'l pore my sorrow in written example
My rage for you
My life on paper
Will be read by few
Criticized by all
Acknowledged by none
A Spiders Lullaby
12:04 Jul 29 2014
Times Read: 379
why do you touch me so
webs spinning delicate thread
cobwebs in a breeze
a molt is far from dead
insects tread with fear
spiders own the night
blending with the dark
fearing any source of light
so quick to move away
egg sack full of life
killing your love affairs
never lovely like a wife
your beauty's like no other
shiny deadly glossy black
long sexy loving legs
time is waiting on your back
beyond the shivers in my spine
inside the ringing in my ears
my senses are alive
touching all my deepest fears
i reach you with cautious hands
like the love that rests in my heart
i cradle you in my palms
baby widows soon depart
your bound inside my bondage
captive in my snare
a prisoner forever
and forevers almost there
your new home a lovely crib
a baby resting with gentle eyes
a spiders lullaby
being a widow...someone dies
the hour glass is sifting
movement to defend
crawling on tender skin
murder will surely mend
i watched its deadly bite
as toxic needles leave a mark
the widow crawls away
crawling back into the dark
my baby never knew
a widow lies under fleece
i closed the nursery door
as she slowly rests in peace
Devils Call
23:51 Jul 28 2014
Times Read: 387
And my flames shall consume thee;
Pledge your life now unto me.
Place you in my gentle care;
Trust in me; I'll take you there.
Lie yourself down on my throne;
See me in your eyes.
Separating flesh from bone,
Kill all you despise.
Send my knife now through your chest,
With a single thrust.
Seal our bond with bleeding trust;
I will do the rest.
As darkness takes shape of your sins;
Creates from it a vicious beast.
It senses your fear from within,
And on your soul begins to feast.
Your silent cries of pain;
Such a delightful thing to see.
Your life begins to drain,
Slowly becoming part of me.
You've never felt like this before;
Your soul, dissolved into my core.
We've now become one and the same;
You now need not call out my name.
But I shall watch in glee,
And give you to those you have slain.
You cannot stop the pain;
You're there now for eternity.
It's such a price for you to pay
To suffer for my greed.
But there are more to lead astray,
And this is time to feed.
And my flames shall consume him,
That lives his life on every whim;
As I shall lay his soul to waste,
And send him to his darkest place.
He Comes To Me In A Dream.
18:45 Jul 28 2014
Times Read: 400
He comes to me in a dream
His eyes pierce threw my body like a beam
Before I know it, he has changed his shape
As I lie here helpless, I find a way to escape
I run to the door, and see that its ajar
As I turn around, I say lets stop before this goes to far
As I struggle to keep him out of my mind
Before I know it, I have gone blind
In the Dark, he see's me, But I don't see him
I start to realize, my resistance is getting grim
This is his play ground, He makes the rules
But he seems to forget that I am no fool
I know what he is, This 'Monster' inside
At that very moment, I should have lied
As he steps closer, I start to tremble
I get weak in the knees, and try to assemble
My breathing get heavier, I try to stay back
I look into his eyes, as they have gone black
As we become face to face
I get ready for his darkened embrace
All of a sudden, I get this warming sensation
This bright light, which was my creation
I have saved myself, from this desire
The one they call, a Demon
Crimson Born
18:20 Jul 28 2014
Times Read: 401
"I love this. I love how you make me feel. Please drink from me. I've never known that kind of pleasure."
Ruark chuckled, sitting up slowly. "Where?" Fingers caressed her shoulder and throat, tracing the small marks left from the previous night.Her head lifted slowly, eyes bold with lust. "Wherever you want. This isn't just a Goth club, but one for...your kind, right? Surely a mark would clear up any confusion." Her knees parted slightly, a peak of red patent leather growing brighter as the black webbing stretched.
Ruark picked her up with ease and placed her on the table. Her hands fell to his shoulders, not sure where she was going until he settled her. "Spread yer thighs." His voice was deep, pounding through her blood as they locked eyes. She pulled the front dress panel up and over her hip, propping a foot on the edge of the bench. Her thighs spread slowly, watching his face as she did his bidding.
He looked to the ceiling giving thanks to the gods for her, moving in closer to the creamy expanse of flesh. His fingers traced her leg before he kissed the silken skin. Her eyes closed as his cool lips pressed into her warm flesh, fingers running into his hair, pulling his lips to the sensitive flesh just shy of the thong.
She whimpered as soft nips and kisses stalled short of her goal, pleading with her deep blue lust filled eyes. Ruark allowed her to see his fangs grow as he met her gaze, licking over her thigh, yanking her thong aside. His breath fanned across her moist silken lips as she panted softly, lifting her hips in invitation.
"Someone is a little wanton," he chuckled.
Brett threw her head back on a low moan, hips pushing forward, begging for relief. "Please, Ruark. I've wanted you since I woke. My neck throbs and I want it again." Ruark smiled smugly, turning swiftly to bite into her flawless thigh. Fangs pierced that sweet flesh to release the ambrosia pounding through her veins. Three fingers thrust into her tight wet sheath at the same moment to pleasure her as he drank.
She screamed in primal release, the hot rush of his bite making her buck against his fangs. Inner muscles clenched around the invasion, crying out in complete abandon, riding his hand greedily for release as the soft suck of his lips pulled blood from her thigh.
The suit yanked out of the smart one's grip. "You hear that? She's a screamer, man. We should be giving it to her. She wanted us."The other man shook his head. "She's Phoenix's woman, John. Ye don't mess with anything of his." Ruark drank slowly but deeply from his lover, allowing her to enjoy the perfection that was his dark kiss. Fingers thrust into her, keeping her full as he took what she freely offered. Her life's fluid was so sweet he wondered how he would live without it for the few days he must give her to recover. He closed his eyes enjoying the taste, fingers stroking deep to reach her g-spot as his thumb circled her bud of pleasure.
Brett purred in the back of her throat, riding his thrusting fingers until her warm rush of pleasure pooled in his palm. She panted and moaned in sated appreciation as the sensual draw at her thigh lengthened her orgasm, spiking aftershocks with each gentle pull of his mouth.Ruark licked the tiny pinpricks closed after he swallowed his last mouthful, withdrawing his fingers.
John stalked around the dance floor, pausing at the curtain of the booth, friends urging him on as the smart one hissed at them. "He'll kill you for this. Ye don't mess with The Phoenix. He won't bother with the Elder to take ye down. Ye shouldn't encourage that weak mortal in his folly!" John yanked open the curtain as the silent will of the group pushed him, the smart one dashing away before all hell broke loose. Ruark lifted his eyes as Brett lay back on the table, her breathing tight and shallow as she tried to open her eyes. The intense pleasure still burned through her veins making all conscious movement impossible. He carefully closed her thighs and placed a kiss above her knee, not looking back to the intruder.
John looked on in complete lust at the prone figure across the table. "Give permission or I'm taking her without it." He was stupidly reckless, the will of the rogue vampires pushing him forward to grab the back of Ruark's silk shirt.Ruark growled loudly as he dragged him into the booth baring fangs. The vampires laughed as the curtains fluttered behind the disappearing mortal near soiling himself at the site of fangs tinged pink with blood. "Holy mother of God..."
Ruark leaned closer, fingers wrapping around John's throat. "Ye have a death wish, boy?" he snarled pinning him back on the table.
Brett moaned, drawing the man's flat brown eyes darted over to her and back to Ruark, choking around his grip.
"I just wanted the girl. They told me I could have her."
I Dream Of Wires (Gary Numan)
15:50 Jul 28 2014
Times Read: 405
I am the final silence.
The last electrician alive.
And they called me 'The Sparkle'.
I was the best, I worked them all.
New ways, new ways.
I dream of wires.
We opened doors by thinking.
We went to sleep by dialing 'O'.
We drove to work by proxy.
I plugged my wife in, just for show.
New ways, new ways.
I dream of wires.
So I press 'C' for 'comfort'.
I dream of wires, the old days.
New ways, new ways.
I dream of wires.
Stop Complaining And Take The Hit.
04:52 Jul 27 2014
Times Read: 434
Stop complaining about how your life is such a bitch
because im tired of it so take the hit
Stop complaining and telling me your life is worst
Because i dont really give a fuck so take the hit
Well are you going to?
Because i cant take your bitchin
Its time to think it over
and make it what you want it
Be miserable
Act like there is something wrong
You still have a roof over your head
So are you going to fall down into the pit of my soul
I want to see you survive
Bleeding is what you do as you take the hit from my pain
Dieing is what you can do for yourself because all you want to do is fall
Thinking your life is bad and making a big commotion
I would like to see you last in some of these peoples shoes and finally take the hit one day
Good Day.
04:01 Jul 27 2014
Times Read: 440
You know what I find awesome? The fact that I'm making someone feel better. Knowing they are having a bad day or they are having a bad week...or something, it makes me smile knowing they tell me.
"You've made my day better"
To me that is well it's something worth smiling about, that tells me that I'm doing something good something to help another..knowing they well..they enjoy talking to me or being around me.
When I know I've made their day better..then it was..it makes my day better..and it makes my night better too..but then again we all like that, we all like it when someone says something like that, it makes you feel well special, and wanted..needed, most of all it makes you feel important to that person..so when someone tells you that..don't fight against the smile that tugs on your lips..let it shine..
eh
00:09 Jul 26 2014
Times Read: 469
wait..what's that? Oh you came here to see if there was going to be something written about you? -looks around- nope nothing here.
I hoe..I MEAN I hope you have a good day.
Her Special Dark Moments
23:31 Jul 25 2014
Times Read: 470
if she does
live the night
she may wake up
tomorrow morning
and review
her special dark moments
pondering them while
making her thoughts feel real again
one last time
she might become horrified and thrilled
right before
her final darkest moment
Lol
00:59 Jul 25 2014
Times Read: 499
If I had the time...and I was really I mean really really bored. I would go through each and every journal entry that's posted...take bits and pieces of them...and I could write the worlds first book on drama. But what I find funny...if you read them...they all say the same thing just worded differently...
Have a good day.
Breaking You Is What I Do Best.
21:33 Jul 24 2014
Times Read: 507
Breaking you is what i do best
Breaking you is what i have know, more or less
Breaking you is my devise plan
Breaking you before you break me is always an option
I'm willing to take
Break me first and you will pay.
For i know the secrets that lurk in your dark dismay
You will never see me give it up
Because you know you broke me first
But i was the last to say...
"I told you from the beginning, I will always love the one that see through the eyes of unforgiven ability to lie"
I Really Do Hate You.
20:24 Jul 24 2014
Times Read: 511
What you see is an act, i really do hate you.You think that i don't care but i really do despise you.I don't care if you think its funny because i'm not laughing. I want to slit your throat and watch the blood slowly come down your neck.
Seeing you chock for air is the best thing that could happen. It may sound cruel but i you really did forsake me. Watching you die slowly would make my life complete. The hate i feel for you will never go away. If you could see the real me.
How I Would Kill You
20:16 Jul 24 2014
Times Read: 514
I would kill you by slowly clasping my hands around your neck, you struggle you cant breathe. I watch your eyes sparkle in the dim darkness of the unforgotten room and slowly feel your pain leeking from your pore. I let go just a lil to toy with your mind i then slowly kiss you and tell you how much I despise you. Gently let my hand off i watch you fall to the ground. I take out my knife a play with your mind. I cut your wrist just a lil to tell you this is what you make me do, I then slowly cut your throat as you gasp for air. Blood fills your throat enclosing you in the darkness.
A sense of power and guilt drown over my hate. I then wake up sweating looking at the full yellow moon. I see your dead corpse, dry, and blood sitting in the corner of my room. i stare at your corpse for more then an hour i then realized my dream has despired.
I shake my head slowly and watch your corpse disappear. But after that night i realized pain was always near. When it comes to killing you my heart couldnt take it but if i ever had the chance to do it in my twisted dreams.
i would never let the chance go by. Just rember one thing that if you had to choose, lock your bedroom door when the full moon is within your room.
Tsk Tsk Tsk.
23:41 Jul 18 2014
Times Read: 607
I love how people think I'm stupid or I don't find out about things, but what pisses me off the most, is the fact that someone can take things from the coven the are in an share it with others..now aren't coven supposed to be like a place where you can just hang out and what not? WELL looks like we have a snitch in ours...
or mine and I believe I know who it is...due to the fact of how it just came out in the open AFTER this person was put into the coven.not hard to put two and two together...so yeah...I love taking breaks from this place and still know what is going on..oh how grand it is...simply awesome.
Splurg..18:17 Jul 09 2014
Times Read: 661
Oi Vey. I don't even know what I want to write in here lol...then again something is there but what I don't know. It's nothing bad..na life is to short really to just remain mad and what not...I know I get mad and what not, but I do say I'm sorry...as for well going or attacking..nah that's not me I said my piece..and well that's it.
But I did take the journal entry down...there was no point keeping it there..there is a reason why I took it down..something i guess of respect..but who knows. But right now I'm just rambling...or am I..hell I don't know...I don't even know what I'm typing..well okay I do..so I guess that's a good thing..blah this is just a blah blah post...so I'm sure there is going to be one of those journal entries you can just sit there and go.
blah blah blah blah....
yeah...awesome huh?
Immortal Death
16:35 Jul 09 2014
Times Read: 671
The dawn glitters still it’s tears do not stop,
For coffin marks the beginning of its morn.
Death can never conquer it with its princely state,
For the graveyard gives shelter to the dead...
The Grave Yard conquers immortal Death...
Love With Death
14:40 Jul 09 2014
Times Read: 681
Full moon night
spread a seductive
charm all round.
Tranquility effused
from crumpled graves.
She slept there naked
waiting for her beloved,
"Death".Love with death
is immortal.
Death came,kissed her
icy lips and inhaled
her soul into it's body.
Now after making Love
with Death.She lies on
the ground naked,dead.
Her soul is inside the
body of death who walks
the crooked path tapping
a stick on the sobbing ground.
Silence and darkness now
kiss her bare body and
the graveyard has given
shelter to her corpse for
her soul has been taken
by her beloved Death...
Savage Politicians.
14:37 Jul 09 2014
Times Read: 682
With what savage and
murderous dispositions
do the politicians fly at
one another's reputation
and tear it in pieces?
They play the dirty game
with a brutal countenance..
Sheer shame...
When Dark Loves Light
16:38 Jul 08 2014
Times Read: 720
When dark loves light
then death kisses life
and tears mingle with smile
to compete the iridescent
rainbow of life ...
One Night With Death
16:22 Jul 08 2014
Times Read: 723
Silence conquered darkness
ghosts were asleep in their tombs
when suddenly a black silhouette
entered the threshold of my door.
No figure of any man was seen
only the shadow was perceived.
I could feel someone wipe away
my silent tears and leave the place
saying,"I will liberate you soon
for I am the liberator Death"...
Don't pretend..(this goes out to some people)
18:55 Jul 05 2014
Times Read: 756
I don't even know where to start to be honest, so I'm just going to sit here and type away. I don't really care if this offends anyone, I don't care if you hate me for this...blah blah blah. Yeah I'm just going to sit here and type..that's it..
it's been eventful that's for sure, but really I don't care..I don't care what you have to say...well okay only a few I do care..but as for those I DON'T KNOW..I DON'T care. I mean really if you don't know me, then don't say something that might make you become a target of something harmful..
nah I wouldn't be that way..I mean it's no fun to be mean or anything...so really all that above is just me talking out of my ass..lol yeah don't pay mind to that first part..but I'm going to talk now. I mean I am a very laid back girl, easy going easy to get along with, but the one thing I can't stand...is this.
If I am in the same spot as you, maybe it outside my house, inside...or on here..in a cam or somewhere in the coven or somewhere..don't ignore me..I hate people that do that shit....I know your there you know I'm there, you proclaim to be my friend..but ignore me when your around your other friends.
Now don't get me wrong I know you have to "support" your rep or some bullshit like that, but don't pretend to a friend then just flat out ignore me, I mean what is the point of that? Yeah okay you will sit there and say some shit like "Oh well I don't really know you..but I want to be your friend"
if you want to be my friend, but you don't want to get to know me, fuck off..I'm not wasting my time with you..either you are my friend and you want to get to know me or you not, that's it, there is no middle with that when it comes to me. There is way to many people on here that have that bullshit called Favortism and really it's sicking.
Don't be someone that's two faced...I mean it's simple..with me at least I TRY to talk to those on my friends list..i really do, I don't sit there and feed someone bullshit "Oh i don't know you so I'm not going to talk to you, but I will be your friend"
get the fuck out of here with that shit..I mean really...it's just sicking how people think sometimes..or the best thing..or the one thing EVERYONE says..
"I've been fucked over to much"
but yet you say you want to be friends only to ignore that person...yeah okay...don't come to me when your friends aren't around..or if your bored cause really I'm not going to talk to you...if you can't talk to me around your "friends" then don't talk to me at all.
Joined By The Night
13:06 Jul 05 2014
Times Read: 765
Soft golden flames cast the room in flickering shadows. Deep red silk and lace seemed almost as blood against pale skin turned alabaster by the wavering light. The darkness of the hand that trailed across her skin was an eerie compliment to the haunting music playing in the background.
She gasped as those same dark hands pulled the tiny straps off of her shoulders, exposing more and more of her sleekly rounded breasts. The plunging neckline caught on the ruby tips and she arched in pleasure, dark eyes closing in passionate abandon, long ebony strands of hair tumbling away from her face. Her hands curved into fists, catching creamy satin sheets in grasping fingers as she sought to cope with the bliss that was singing through her nerve endings, befuddling her mind.
Masculine lips traced the line of her throat, burying themselves in the juncture of her shoulder. She felt him inhale her scent, heard his moan of need as if it were a physical thing that touched her with a soft feathery caress. He pushed the straps further down her arms, only stopping when they became caught on the bindings that held her to the bed.
She felt the restrictions of her arms held to her sides by the leather cuffs around her wrists and panicked, pleasure turning to fear as the fog of desire lifted suddenly. Her eyes opened and she stared around the room, a room that had been crafted into a nest of sensual delights, soft fabrics, seductively scented candles, quietly passionate music. The bed was sitting upon a platform, leaving the mattress she laid upon only inches from the floor, the leather ties that bound her to it coming from under the platform.
She moved her arms, struggling now not to touch him but to get away. Her eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for a means of escape, desperate for a way to get free of the spell he was weaving with such seductive guile. Her eyes landed upon the tray that was just beyond her reach. Chocolate covered strawberries lay in decadent disarray next to a small bowl filled with luscious ripe fruits. Cheeses lay under a protective stained-glass dome, a wooden cutting board next to it, a small knife sitting so temptingly upon it. Wine glasses, half-filled, one stained with just the trace of lipstick were off to one side.
The wine! It was drugged! Even now, she could feel its rich appeal, the frantic pounding of her heart rushing whatever he had given her through her system. The air seemed heavy, filled with erotic scents that weighed down her will, bending it until it was his. She wanted him. She couldn't fight it any longer.
She arched against the chest that crushed down against her breasts, pressing them even more firmly against him, moaning at the contact of his hot skin against her own. His hand pushed hair from her face, traced her features, the tip of his finger brushing with seductive demand against her bottom lip until she opened her mouth for him, her tongue greeting his finger eagerly, suckling upon it.
"You're so beautiful, so sensual," he whispered against her ear. His deep voice sent shivers through her, the texture of it seeming almost a tactile thing as more of the drug pulsed into her. He reached back and picked up her glass, dipping his finger into the blood red wine and running it over her lips, pushing delicately inside to let her suckle more. "Trust me, my love," he whispered, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, licking a drop she had missed off of her lips. "Trust me."
His weight lifted off of her and she whimpered in protest, craving the feel of him against her, needing the pressure of his body against every erogenous zone she possessed. Her breasts ached, her nipples seeming almost impossibly swollen, throbbing with need of his mouth and hands. Her lips felt dry, her mouth empty without the taste of him there. Her skin was cold, needing his heat, her thighs lax without the support of his against them.
But so much worse was the empty aching torment between those thighs. A torment that grew with every second he was gone from her. Her eyes opened once more, searching the room for him. He stood over her, his chest bare, a strange tattoo that seemed like blood tipped flames covering his shoulder and down one arm. He stared into her eyes, his hands toying with the buckle of his belt. He seemed to be waiting for something, to want something from her.
"I can't take you until you ask, my beautiful lady. You must say the words."
Under his searching gaze, her body grew even more tortured with need. Her thighs opened and closed, her hips arched against the softness of the satin as she grew even wetter and more swollen. There was a pain in her loins that seemed to grow the longer she fought him. His pale blue eyes spoke to her as she moaned, telling her she only had to ask and the pain would go away. She only had to ask for him and all she would feel would be pleasure.
"Please," she pleaded, her body writhing against the bed. "Please."
"Say the words, sweet lady. Say them," he urged, "and your pain will be gone." He undid the buckle, pulling the belt free of the loops, letting it drop against her skin. He dragged it over her body, between her breasts and down across her flat stomach, letting it slip between her thighs for a second before pulling it back and dropping it beside the bed.
Desperate panting seemed to be all she was capable of, the air seemed too heavy to draw into her lungs, too filled with the scent of him. He smelled of richness, of sin, a decidedly too tempting concoction of maleness, sweat and spice mixed with desire and allure. It filled her making her want him as much as the drug had. As much as the sight of him, standing over her, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his own desire had her body arching towards him, pleading with a language of its own.
His hair was long, the color of sunlight and streamed across his shoulders. His face, harsh with desire, was beyond handsome, his features indelibly stamped upon her memory. Broad shoulders and a wide chest tapered into a muscular stomach and hard hips. His legs were strong, the thigh muscles that had pressed so wonderfully against her body, hard and delineated. Her eyes roved over him as she struggled to find the words to ask for what her body so desperately needed.
His pale blue gaze caught hers, his eyes demanding that she ask.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice broken. "Take me."
She felt his hands upon her stomach, his knuckles brushing against her skin as he grasped the fragile satin she wore. With an easy movement of his strong hands, he ripped the sleek garment in two, leaving her body completely bare to his eyes. Then he tore open the fastening of his pants, yanking them down and stepping out of them in one movement before lying down next to her again.
His hands found her breasts, cupping and squeezing the firm roundness of them, his palms circling across her nipples. She gasped at the sensation, moaning as his fingers rolled across the pebbled tips, tugging upon them. Her thighs pressed together desperately, her legs moving as her hips arched, a blatant pleading for the pressure and fullness she craved.
When he slid one hand down her stomach, his fingers parting the fine curls that covered her sex, she sobbed in pained pleasure, tiny eruptions building and circling through her, but never easing the blatant yearning of her body. He slipped his hand between her thighs, moaning his own appreciation as his long middle finger slid easily into the damp hot flesh, feeling the seductive walls of her vaginal sheath pull at him, weep her sweet moisture for him, cling to him.
"Yes," he groaned as she cried out her need. He slipped between her thighs, holding himself away from her on his strong arms as he let the long length of his hardness caress her slit, the bulbous head rubbing with torturous irregularity against the hard knot of her clit. "Are you on any birth control?" he asked her harshly, taunting her with his body, rubbing against her, plying his soft lips over her nipples.
"No," she gasped, mindless with need.
"Good," he said, a pleased smile spreading fleetingly across his hard and handsome face.
His hands circled her thighs, his chest for one glorious moment, pressing against her again. He pulled her legs open wider, pushing her thighs up until she was completely exposed to him, vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do with her. He leaned over her, his mouth finding hers as he pressed his cock against the delicate flesh of her opening, stretching her wider until just the head of his shaft nestled inside of her.
Her hips moved, trying to force him to give her more, trying to take him into her to give herself what she needed.
"Gently, darling. I don't want to hurt you," he said, kissing her lips softly as he strained to keep himself from just thrusting into her. Slowly, inch by torturous inch, he pushed inside, the wet walls of her vagina giving way to his sultry invasion. "You're so tight," he moaned, his hips twitching as he fought his own desire. "I'd almost believe you virginal if I didn't know better."
Her head tossed upon the pillow as he filled her with himself until she felt as if she would burst from the fullness. He pushed against her hips, his arms holding her open while he slowly moved inside of her, pleasing himself with his movements and teasing her until begging whimpers fell from lips bruised and swollen from his passionate kisses. Every move of his hips sent heated chills spiraling from her lower belly, every thrust brought her just that much closer to the fulfillment she craved.
"Yes," he hissed, watching her eyes, seeing the flush that suffused her face. "You must reach your own pleasure first, lover." He thrust hard, flesh slapping against flesh, feeling her pleasure as it pulsed through her almost too strong and unexpected for her to handle. Her eyes closed, a keening cry coming from between her lips. "No!" he shouted, startling her, even as the walls around them shook slightly with the sound. "Look at me."
Her eyes flew open as he ground himself against her, his body punishing hers as it pleasured her. She felt it coming again, that overwhelming tide of ecstasy unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She stared up at him as it consumed her, her body rigid with it. It radiated from where he still moved inside of her, pulsing through her body in rapturous waves, forcing a scream from between her parted lips.
He saw it and felt it, knew her pleasure even as his own stayed just beyond his reach. Her eyes were almost terrified as the sensations that poured through her were too intense to be understood. That fright he saw pushed at him, took him over the edge, sent him soaring in ecstasy. He could feel the hot pulses of his own pleasure, feel his potent seed as it throbbed through his cock, boiling its way deep inside of her as the tip of his spurting shaft touched her womb.
Her body collapsed under his, the muscles growing lax as she lost consciousness.
He grunted as the last pulse of his seed left him, letting her legs slide from his arms, holding himself up with his elbows as his head came down next to hers. Kissing her ear, breathing deeply of the smell of her arousal and their pleasure as it mixed in the air around her, he smiled sleepily. "You're wonderful," he breathed. He muttered a few guttural phrases in a dialect that she wouldn't recognize even if she were awake, feeling her relax into an even deeper sleep under him.
~~~~~~~~
Brianna Temple woke slowly, her mind fuzzy as if she'd had too much to drink. She stared at the familiar walls of her dorm room in confusion, feeling as if something had happened to her, something important, but she couldn't quite put her mind to what it was.
Sitting up in bed, she felt even more confusion as the sheet fell from her body, leaving her naked from the waist up. She lifted the rest of it, staring down at her naked lower half. She never slept naked. Not here in her dorm room. It was Grand Central Station in here most of the time, people coming and going with just a quick knock on the door.
She pushed her legs out of the covers and reached for her robe, standing before sliding her arms into its thick bulk and wrapping it around her small waist.
"Ouch," she groaned, her body aching as if she'd been run over by a cement mixer and left for dead. "What did I do last night?"
"I don't know, but I sure as hell want the dreams you were having." Her roommate stepped into the room, her arms loaded down with books. "I swear, if I ever meet a man who could make me sound like that, I'm running away with him to some quiet place and let him fuck my brains out." Christy Stevens, a long legged redhead with big green eyes and a higher IQ than Einstein, grinned and dropped the books on her desk with a loud thud.
"I was moaning?" Bria asked, her pale skin flushing quickly. She pulled her long, dark hair out from under the collar of her robe, wincing as the muscles protested.
"Moaning, groaning, whimpering, I think I even heard some begging in there. Trust me, doll, I was completely jealous." She stopped grinning suddenly as she watched her friend rubbing her arm. "What's that?" Her hand came out, grabbing Bria's hand in her own. She pushed up the sleeve of her robe, showing Bria her wrist. It was angrily red and chafed raw in spots, bruised around her thumb.
"Oh, wow. I don't know." She winced as Christy pressed down slightly on one of the spots. "I hurt like hell today, Chris. And I woke up naked."
"You don't sleep naked."
"I know," Bria said, sarcasm laced lightly through her voice. "That's why it seems so weird." She held up her other arm, staring at the same kind of bruises and red marks on that wrist. "It looks like I was tied up."
"Were you?" Christy let go of her arm, going over to sink down on her bed.
"I... I don't think so. I remember going to bed last night when I got back from going out with that new guy from the Chem. lab. You were asleep when I came in. I put on my jammies and got in bed." Bria closed her eyes, that same niggling thought that remained just beyond her grasp bugging her.
"No kinky sex games with the new Chem. guy?" Christy asked seriously.
"Chris, you know how I feel about that. I... I haven't been with anyone since Jeff died." Jeff had been her high school love. They had started college here at Eastern Michigan University in Ypsilanti, Michigan, two years ago. During their first semester, a drunk driver had hit Jeff as he'd been walking across Michigan Avenue on his way back to the dormitories late one night. The driver had been caught five days later, Jeff's blood and hair still on the bumper of his car.
Bria had almost quit school then; the only thing keeping her here was the fact that Jeff wouldn't want her to give up her dreams of becoming a veterinarian. She'd gone out with guys, but she never let one get close, not since that night two years ago.
"I've heard that in dreams, if you die in your dream, you die in real life. Not that I actually believe it, but maybe your long sexual abstinence caused you to have some really kinky dream and your body, in its sexually starved state, believed what happened to be real?" Christy stood up, reaching out for the tie on Bria's robe. "Let's see if you have any more marks."
"Hey," Bria smacked Christy's hand away from her robe, backing up as her friend followed her. "Knock it off!" They fell on Bria's bed, her robe parting slightly, exposing long legs and the hint of hip as they struggled, laughing.
There was a knock on the door and it opened before the two girls could get up. They froze, Christy on top of Bria, her leg between Bria's thighs.
"I told you anyone rooming with Christy would have to be just as freaky as she is," a male voice said.
Bria pushed Christy off of her, exposing a large amount of hip to the two guys who stood just inside the door as she quickly straightened her robe. "Shut up, you two."
Ryan and Mike Richardson, twin brothers who were good friends of Christy's and had a lot of the same classes that she did walked in and plopped down on Christy's bed. Chris had told Bria of some wild things the three of them had done, trying to talk her into dating Ryan who had a crush on Bria.
"Yeah, quit messing with my girl," Christy said, sitting up and putting her arm around Bria's shoulders, her hand toying teasingly with the neckline of Bria's robe.
"Nice, Chris," she said, slapping the laughing girl's hand away and getting off the bed. She went to her dresser, pulling out the two top drawers and searching through the neatly folded clothing. "They aren't there." She looked at Chris. "The clothes I wore to bed last night, where are they?"
Christy got down and stared under the bed. Slowly she reached under, her hand hesitant as she pulled out dark red silk, rent in two.
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Going to class was difficult for Brianna after finding the nightgown. It triggered a haunting memory of a man, no one she could remember seeing before. She just remembered blue eyes that gazed with such heated desire at her. She needed to find Matt, the guy she'd gone to the movies with last night. She needed to talk to him about what had happened on their date.
Catching up to him after her English Lit. class, she snagged his arm, drawing him off to the side of the wide sidewalks that bisected the campus.
"Hey, Matt. Can I talk to you?" Now that she'd found him, she wasn't quite sure what to say to him.
Matt was tall and lean with dancing hazel eyes that never seemed serious. He had a contagious smile, slightly crooked that showed off a deep dimple in his right cheek.
"Sure, Bria, I've got lab in about twenty minutes though, so maybe we could do this later?" He reached out and tucked a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear.
"It won't take long, I promise." She tried to smile back at him but her mind was on the strange things that were happening to her.
"Walk with me?" Matt said, swinging his backpack up over his other shoulder and offering her his arm. When she took it, he started off on the same sidewalk, slowing his long legged pace somewhat for her. "So what's up?"
"Did anything strange happen last night?" she asked before she could talk herself out of it. "I mean, did anyone... God, I don't know, um, stop us or kidnap me or something?"
Matt stared down at her as if she were joking. "Kidnap you? What are you talking about Brianna?"
She sighed heavily, knowing she sounded crazy. But that's how she was beginning to feel, crazy. "Can't you humor me Matt? Please? Just tell me everything we did last night, from the time you came and got me at my dorm room until you left me at the door. Please, I know it's nuts, but I'll try to explain after you tell me."
"Okay," he said. "Um, I came and got you around 8:00, we went to the late show, saw the movie "Mr. Brooks" which we both really liked. Stopped at the Meijer's store on Carpenter Road so you could pick up some apples. Then we went to the coffee shop outside Arborland. We got home around 1:30, 2:00 at the latest. I dropped you off at the door of your dorm room and went back to my apartment." He stopped and took her arms gently. "You were never kidnapped when you were with me, never out of my sight except for when you hit the ladies room after the movie. And you had an excellent time, which makes you want to ravish my manly form and very definitely want to go out with me again." He tried to lighten the mood and smiled down at her, sobering at her frowning expression. "What's going on?"
She tugged up her sleeves, showing him the dark black bruises, the chafed marks on her wrists. Then she tugged the neckline of her shirt aside slightly, showing him something she hadn't even shown Christy, a love bite on her shoulder, just above her collarbone. "Christy said I was dreaming last night, that I was moaning and crying out in my sleep. She went to class this morning and when I got up, I was naked and had these bruises. Then Christy found a red silk nightgown under my bed that was ripped in half. I don't even own a nightgown like that, Matt."
Killing A Serial Killer
23:12 Jul 03 2014
Times Read: 778
Danger screamed,
Death roared.
The murderer was the victim,
And innocent-the killer.
The strangling voice mingled
with rustling of leaves
when his corpse
fell over the ground.
A killer was killed...
Death spares none...
Final Dance In The Masquerade
08:26 Jul 03 2014
Times Read: 782
He was dressed like the reaper
and danced with a beautiful lass
who put on the costume of an angel.
She mistook him as a charming prince
as he was dressed like the angel of death
but ah!! he was a notorious criminal
hardly had she any knowledge.
Taking out a knife, he slit her throat
then one by one he killed all dancers.
The masquerade itself wore the mask
of blood and everything inside was plagued.
Darkness consumed the ripped corpses
and the man dressed like the reaper
left the place riding on his horse.
He reached a graveyard, sat on a grave
and brutally stabbed himself to death.
May be he was a psycho or was possessed,
whatever it was the mysterious masquerade
turned to a bloody ball room for his presence.
Watch Out For Darknight23
07:33 Jul 03 2014
Times Read: 799
Alright ladies, I am sending this out to help you guys out.
Look out for Darknight23 he's a perv and will message you asking for pictures of your tits and what not..if you are under 18 he will hound you like none other, also he will proclaim that he's with the hell's angels and that he's reported people that were rude to him to the cops and hell's angels..
so yeah just a heads up to another sick fuck running around on here like always...I WON'T harp on it, but I WILL put this out there...so yeah heads up ladies..
Whispers Of Life To Death.
17:28 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 820
Life whispered to death,
"Things that begin with me,
ends with you."
Then replied death,
"Nothing begins,
nothing ends,
Every thing continues
from first breath to the final".
Seducing Virgin Death
17:03 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 822
Seducing death,
like a shy virgin
allures me to
make love with it.
Life betrays,
death embraces
but I live with life
for I have poems to bleed
and become a blood stain
in the immortal pages of poetry.
Womb Of Imagination
17:01 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 823
Passion is womb
of imagination.
Holding a pen,
and reflecting
thoughts on a paper,
is a poet's mirror.
Sanity Of A Demented Lover
16:26 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 828
Will he come?
The electric shock
made her quiver
but could not
take out the beloved's
thoughts out of her mind.
She has turned insane
after betrayal...
The doctor said,
"Mad woman, Sleep".
Smiling she replied,
"Will he come
if I sleep"?
That Seductive Night
16:08 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 833
Your beauty tempted my innocence
and stole away the sober man in me.
In the dark of that seductive night,
your seducing voice scythed
my control over me.
One touch of your crimson lips
allured me and enhanced
my desire for romance and lust.
Carnal thoughts invaded my mind.
Amorous fragrance of red roses
permeated my breaths when I
inhaled the aromatic air.
Tranquil silence casted its spell
and seduction conquered
the quixotic room.
Slow ticking of the wall clock,
echoes of fastening heartbeats
and warm breaths filled
the void of the room.
That bewitching night,
My tongue felt the hills
and valleys that ran through
your curvaceous body.
I devoured your soft moans
and licked the sweat drops
that trickled down your skin.
You were on my top
breathing Elysian vapors
into my mouth.
The thrusting pressure made
you groan louder that became
music to my ears,
and poetry to the heart.
Lips pressed lips like soft cotton,
Fingers caressed fingers like
soothing the rose petals.
With your every touch,
I kissed the stars of heaven.
We inhaled exotic silence
and exhaled darkness.
Night couldn't veil your nudity,
your real beauty,
my eyes adored incessantly.
Slow drizzle tapped the door
from outside to aware us
about the advent of dawn.
And with a final kiss on forehead
our night-long romance ended...
Death - The Leading Character
15:38 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 835
Man
~ Always a mannequin
in the showroom of life.
Grave
~Cradles the dead
when man is surrendered
to the eternal slumber.
Death
~ The leading character
in the movie of life...
Yeah...Okay
13:51 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 844
something is wrong, something doesn't feel right, what I don't know but the feeling is there. I would like to know what it is but I know I won't get straight answers no matter how many times I ask the questions...
god..will my mind stop it...
nah it's not going to stop it cause it knows something isn't right but I can't poke and prod to much due to the fact well I just know it won't get me anywhere..and to be honest it's all horse shit.
umm..ramblings?
13:30 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 850
Have you ever just sat back and listened, I mean really just sat back and listened? There is times you do and times you do not, there is times you speak and times you do not speak. There is things in this world that others don't see that others might. Yes there is other things other then "mortals" But that's not what I'm wanting to say.
I tend to find myself thinking about a lot of things, and to be honest I go back through my life thinking of what I have done. I know people do a lot of things, but the real question is, do they do it because they want to? Or do they do it because it's already in their heads? I'm not going to explain that, but I'm sure you know what I mean well I hope so anyways.
Most understand me most do not understand me. some think i'm stupid and that's fine, but some think I am smart. Just to say one thing I will say I am not smart but I do pay attention to things. Then again most of you will get through half this and go "this is boring" or some might go through it. Who knows how people think, and to be honest i wouldn't want to know.
I could really care what others think or what not cause really if I don't know you, your opinion doesn't matter to me, now if I DID know you then it would matter. SO REALLY if you don't know me and you give me an opinion think about it first, will i listen to it or will I shrug it off? Who the hell knows. I might just listen but then again don't get your hopes up.
is this a rant...no this is far from a rant its just one of those im going to sit here half asleep and just pound the keys hoping something good comes out of this...god that's bad...but when you can't sleep you tend to do things..and trust me when I come back to read this im going to go.
WTF what was I thinking at that moment..
could I think like this again...to be honest no, it will be replaced with something along the lines of...how did that get there, how did it fit...and why does it feel good.
Then and Now is Only an Illusion
06:30 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 859
Images pour in like waves of photographs
Memories I forgot I had
The thought of you gone,opens the door
To feelings and love we shared
The time between then and now no longer exists
But know you will be missed
The girl I was then, is still inside
She remember the laughs and good times
The pain of you no longer being there will be replaced
-with relief and peaceful silence
When I know you no longer feel the pain
You're free to live without boundaries
Meet The Parents.
06:26 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 862
Ok, it was a casual friday night and my new boyfriend called me up and asked if we wanted to hang out..I was bored out my mind, so I jumped at the offer!
As i arrived at his, i was hoping we would be alone. I couldn't hear any trace of noise, so I guessed we were. He invited me in, gave me a kiss and then a sexy look which made me turned on and thinking that he was heading to something...He grabbed my hand and brought me downstairs covering my eyes and saying "i have a surprise for you, why don't you make yourself comfortable".
So i of course had a feeling what he meant. He then left the room to give me time and said he would be only five minutes.I began to take off my clothes knowing that i thought he wanted me to strip naked for him.Five minutes he called me to come out into the room next door to his room. I walked out all proud of my self and walked into the living room butt naked and saw three shocked faces looking upon my body. He didn't tell me the surprise was he wanted me to meet his parents!
What a horrible experience! From that day forward i kept my clothes on at all times unless I was ABSOLUTELY SURE we were alone!
your 90..I raise you.
04:41 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 871
Okay complain about it being 90 and what not..here's my weather.
Right now it's almost 9..100...this week's forecast is.
Tues
Clear
113°
82°
Wed
Clear
115°
81°
Thu
Clear
111°
79°
Fri
Clear
109°
79°
Sat
Chance of Storm
106°
81°
Sun
Chance of Rain
109°
77°
Mon
Chance of Rain
109°
82°
Tue
Partly Cloudy
109°
81°
I'm In Love With A Killer
03:57 Jul 02 2014
Times Read: 874
Crying, I find myself approached by a beast.
I have seen him kill many times before,
I always kept quiet.
Tossing my hair carelesly in his hands
I being to feel like I have always been
Nothing more then a soul
Wondering around this earth.
He touches me face
Feels my skin
I begin to get scared
He grabs my arm firm, but gentle
He drags me to a place i have never been.
I have decided i was going to die.
I got on my knees, begging and pleading.
I don't want to die like this, please.
.
He looks into my eyes, He feels my pain.
Trying to control my emotions
He lifts me up, his arms wrapping around mine.
For a beast he is kind and gentle.
Stern and Firm
I understand the nature of him, but i never let my guard down.
He holds me in his arms, he starts to sob.
He explains, "I have never met a creature like you.
Please, don't leave me."
I stand there in awe.
I whisper "I'm in Love with a Killer".
He Holds me till I cant breathe
We are together at last.
Give it time.07:11 Jul 01 2014
Times Read: 892
Give it time and phone sex will become something of the future.
A Solution
05:00 Jul 01 2014
Times Read: 895
There are people who have lost their faith in humanity, but I have a solution
and perhaps we can aid a mistake in need of absolution.
If we sever the tongue then they cannot spread lies
in a world filled with hatred where hope dies.
Would removing the eyelids aid their vision
to see the politicians that coax them into submission?
They listen to music without meaning to drown out the cries of the suffering
and would rather dismiss the shrieks as nothing
We must hammer nails through each eardrum
and we shall be closer to solving humanity's conundrum.
They care little for the prevention of a world's demise
but are in favor of what building they will devise.
To bear witness to humanity's vanity is quite sickening
but amusing when we see that the pace of their demise is quickening.
If this solution should fail--
I wonder how long will it be before our skin turns pale.
COMMENTS
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xFeLiNax
01:39 Jul 31 2014
lol look around here..
ZzZombieZz
01:39 Jul 31 2014
People use Facebook for more than 450 hours in a year?
Shit, I spend WAY more time than that on VR.
DarknessEvolved
20:28 Jul 31 2014
Yes there is, quite sad really. I pick off the memes off my Facebook probably once a month... talk to people from my past and family... again once a month. Frankly despite all the adaptations to Facebook. It hasn't really changed much. That's saying a lot given how long it has been out. Twitter is just as bad in my opinion.
"I am driving to the store." "I am going home, I met my stalker today" Well if you didn't tweet your every second of every day you wouldn't have that issue so easily now would you?
XxNerotheSablexX
06:37 Aug 01 2014
ya i agree with zombie VR is way more addictive and i hate it here most days i just cant log off though lol