Trying my hardest Not to pour out my heart Like hot anguish over purple stones To tell you it’s a mistake to still love you To say That you’re the only one To ever mess with my head And my heart To break me down Make me cry at the ache Of every brittle piece Of my shattered soul I look up at stars Crystal specks in an indigo sky And know That you see the same ones That you are Sharing in a moment From across a world Feeli...

How her heart breaks Like the broken wings Of a sad little butterfly She is fragile And needs his arms around her Like a shield against the pain But he is gone Lost to her in another life Another world Where she can never intrude Alone She reaches for him; In the arms of so many others But they cannot fill the void Can never fix the broken shell of her heart They could never mend What he took from her Though she seeks it...

She yanked his hair, her fingers entwined in his scruffy, baby fine blonde locks, pressing his head back and exposing his neck. She leant forward and raked her teeth across his throat. Kitty felt his Adams apple bob in her mouth as he swallowed. She heard him growl… ‘Kitty!’ ‘Quiet!’ she almost snarled, tightening her hand in his hair. Kitty heard his breath catch as his hands began reaching for her knees. She slapped the...

Part 3Kitty must have run because not fifteen minutes later there came a knock on his door. Rick stopped his pacing and took a deep breath. He went to his door and spying through the peephole he saw her. Her hair was down and windswept. She’d worn the clothes she’d had on yesterday just as he’d told her. Rick smiled and opened the door. She stood there, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped in front of her. ‘Hello Kitty.’...

Part 2 Rick Connors watched Kitty walk out of his office on shaky legs. He sat on the edge of his desk, one leg crossed over the other and this arms folded over his chest. He very nearly caved in, nearly lost his resolve to torture her as she had tortured him all term, nearly called her back into his office. Dear god he wanted her, her tight young body sent his blood racing through his veins, the smell of her, he shivered...

Part 1 The last year of school had been a drag for Kit, science in particular. Mr Mathers, a grumpy old coot with little patience and a quick temper had been making life hell for her. Most of her school life Kit had enjoyed science right up until she got Mr Mathers. Now she groaned in despair whenever she thought about attending that class. Sometimes she wished the old goat would just keel over, have a fit, fall down a fl...

Sink them down into my skin Let your scent Seep into the pores of my soul And raise me up again And again To the heights of ecstasy Until I am breathless And spent  Your hard caress And driving thrusts Raking from my body The shameless cries Of wanton desire And unrestrained lust As sweat drips Hot and wet Against the silk Of skin on skin  And gliding nails On naked flesh Skim across The changing planes Of an arching spin...

Thanks for taking the time to read my little story. All characters in this story are over consensual age and are fictitious.“Daddddyyyy!” Addison whined. “Hurry up we’re going to be late.” “It’s not so funny when the shoe’s on the other foot huh?” Her father said nearly laughing. "But Daddy!" She whined again. "We need to go and you're taking too long. I'm going to get another tardy at school!" "I'll do it when I'm good a...

**Most of these are the first lines from songs with a few joining words here and there. It might not flow but I had fun playing with it ;) **I can hear the turning of the key, Far apart with the millions around us, For awhile, to love was all we could do, Now I'm lying alone with my head on the phone And I read the words time and time again, Wishing I could hold you close. I thought that dreams belonged to others But I da...

Body straining Spine arching Raking fingers Down my body. A probing tongue Hot and wet Seeking my centre My pleasure. Trembling thighs And clenching hands Gripping hair Soft moans and gasps. Steal my breath And push me higher Thrust and suck Lick and flick Hard then soft Fast then slow. I close my eyes, Sink in sensation. Aching ecstasy Pulsing hard through my veins. I want you deeper I want you deeply Everything All the...

Playing with words, Like the strings of an instrument, What fine melody will you weave in my heart When that music wafts softly Across forever And touches a soul That yearns for release. Do you ever think, That you create such wicked wonder With your words of hunger and fire Deep in the dense heat of my lusting body That aches to feel worthy Of such poetic dreams How I wish across a field of tomorrows To hold for one seco...

My lonely heart lay heavy Upon the breast of my existence As the sickle moon rests softly In an orange Harvest sky. The black top of my life Roams like a coiling snake Searching, seeking Across the barren Landscape of my mind Where is my lonely heart? Adrift and forgotten Under a darkened star, Or hidden away in the depths of Long ago? Lost to what is new and real Crushed like an aluminium can Discarded Kicked into the gu...

The door was yanked open and there he was! He loomed in the darkened doorway, his features cast nearly black in the shadows. He was still dressed in his party attire. He’d loosened off his tie and undone the top two buttons of his shirt to be comfortable and he was barefoot, but it only made him look hotter! I felt my stomach drop and rise, like I was on a rollercoaster ride and I swallowed as I exhaled. I heard his low,...

I didn’t see Uncle Joe again until the night of the party. He was lying low I guess, not even hanging out by the pool. I was kind of disappointed, but understood why he was doing it. I should have been doing the same, not constantly hoping to catch a glimpse of him or accidently run into him. But as it was, our paths didn’t cross until the party was nearly over. The evening was well underway. There were about fifty people...

*** A/N: This is a story I wrote a while ago. I've made some editing and proofing changes. And for those that read on Lit as well. Yes I am Kushiel. Please bare in mind when reading this I was trying to write from a seventeen year old's perspective. Hope you enjoy! *** This is a story about me and my Uncle Joe. He was kind of the black sheep of the family; the no hoper entrepreneur that never really made it you know? Ther...