Didn't mean to.... (by WolfDancer)

Did I kiss you?  I didn’t mean to. 

Your lips were soft like pillows and your five hour stubble- thick and coarse like tiny needles- pillaged my mouth and left it raw. I had to.

Did I lick you? I didn’t mean to.

Your skin was hot like coals and spread out before me like a holiday feast.  I couldn’t resist nibbling my way down your chest, my tongue visiting each tiny hair as if saying hello to family.  My tongue wanted to vacation on the inside of your thighs.  I couldn’t resist.

Did I suck you?  I didn’t mean to.

The sight of your cock brought out the snake charmer in me, enticing me to blow sweet melodies from my jaw.  Precum leaked from you.  Tiny drops of poison I couldn’t help but slurp up.  Your lethal venom surged through my veins as my mouth surged along your cock.  I couldn’t help it. 

Did I fuck you?  I didn’t mean to.

I should have resisted when your cock broke through my walls.  Bravely striking at my soul in synchronized rhythms designed to splinter and slay the whore inside me.  She came out anyway, didn’t she?  Arching and yearning for every last inch, begging for more.  Don’t stop.  Never stop. Only more.  I couldn’t stop her.  I didn’t dare try.

Did I scratch you?  I didn’t mean to.

Your teeth bit into my neck, piercing and bruising my pale skin.  I felt rumbling in my toes.  It traveled like lighting through the heavy fog of my senses over my body before striking at the very heart of my clit.  I was going to burst into flames, like a phoenix.  You had to come with me.  You had to come.  So I grabbed you, and let my nails tear your flesh as I flew towards the sun.  You were my personal Icarus.  I had to rip your skin to find your wings.  You had to come.  You did.  I made you cum, too.

I didn’t mean to.  But I’d do it again.

Gone

She quietly snuck up behind Him and reached up and covered His beautiful brown eyes with her hands. A big smile stretched across His handsome face as He felt her soft hands over His eyes and smelt her soft flowery scent. He knew right away who it was and was filled with happiness. She attempted to hold back a giggle, but it escaped her. He softly whispered her name over and over again. A rush of excitement
raced through her body hearing Him say her name. He grabbed her hands and pulled them down and around His waist. He saw her, her soft moist lips curled into a sly smile, her freckled cheeks rosy pink, and her sparkling mischievous green eyes looking at Him lovingly.


She tightened her hold around His bare waist and locked her fingers together. She rested her head against His back and He heard her let out a happy sigh. He could feel her long copper hair against His back, tickling His flesh slightly. He felt her full breasts against Him as they moved slowly with her relaxed breathing. She began to run her hands up His toned chest, and as she brought her hands down, her
fingernails ran against His flesh. He moaned softly and closed His eyes. He felt her begin to kiss His back, starting out with pecks and then began to slow down, kissing His flesh with more passion and patience.


She began to softly chant the words that He knew she wanted to say once again for a long time now. “I love You… I love You… I love You.”
His heart felt like it would burst with joy. With His eyes still closed He reached to grab her hands from His chest, but they were gone. His face contorted into a look of confusion as He opened His eyes. There, in front of Him was only His reflection. He stood naked in front of His bedroom full length mirror. As He desperately looked around His room,
without a sign of her anywhere, the sad realization began to sink in.
She was gone… 

YOUR MERRY-GO-ROUND

     

       Feeling like I want to scream but wanting to grasp onto what control still remains, I clamp my mouth shut. I feel dizzy, spinning around and around with You on the merry-go-round. As I have tried many times before, I turn to You to find some level of comfort, to share my deepest and darkest secrets with You, to open up to You, and to ask advice from You: the One of the very few people I trust. As the spinning quickens, my hands grasp tighter around the cold metal bars, and my knuckles turn white and begin to feel numb. I stare at You across the way. 

       Your face is a blur, but I can almost swear that I see a look of pure satisfaction. Satisfaction because You are in control of this ride. Every time I make any attempts towards reaching out to You, accusations are thrown at me. Thrown at me like stones thrown at an annoying animal that You are trying to scare off; to get rid of; to hurt. Perhaps it is time to slow down Your ride, or even stop it completely? Deep down, as much as it may hurt me, I think it might be time for me to get off of Your merry-go-round and plant my feet on solid ground.

AFTER A WHILE

“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.”

~Veronica A. Shoffstall