At the first sight I beg you for the sweet release That drives me at my core I fall desperately to my knees To be initiated as your little whore.   At the first sight I slide my hand around for all my worth In motions, along with my tongue's heat Around your magnificent girth, Devouring every inch desperately.   At first sight I feel the wetness between my thighs As my mind races in possibilies I wake. Frustrated, I sig...

  She sits in the darknesstrying to be freehow can she ever tellanyone what she's done to herself?She feels like she has no worth,no value to her name.All because of a little girth,her heart is filled with shameat that girl in the mirror. She's trying to cope with low esteemand doesn't realize that she's loved.She feels like she needs to screambut like no one will hear, it's a bad dreamturning into a nightmarenot noticing...

I cranked this poem out so late, I can't really remember writing it.  It has many contexts that you may take it in.  I welcome your feedback.     Lilies and moonbeams Twisted by pain Erupts from agony's screams Hope now slain Writhing toward the starless sky Dancing in insanity Hearing music only when innocents cry Setting the maddness free. Shedding light holds no sway Like dreaded harpies they smile And the demons are r...

    I slam the door shut, my head spinning wildly.  Finally!  I'm home, away from school where I'm verbally attacked by a drunken woman who has no idea who I am, away from my stalker ex-girlfriend, away from everyone who looks at me and thinks, "Oh, just another clumsy, heavy, weirdo."  Yeah, okay.  Suck my dick.  Okay, I don't have one.  So suck my strap-on.   I make a very short call to my parents to let them know that...

    I feel your hand caress my skin Something stirs inside Something ignites and awakens I cannot try to hide     I feel your eyes gaze into my soul And my fears are chased away. And something sweet finds its hold And my body begins to swoon and sway.     I crave the words I know you'll speak Or the way your lips may taste. Your voice alone makes me weak, A day without hearing it is a waste.     You awaken every part of m...

  Something courses through me A sweet rush, but violent thrill Rocks my body A pleasant chill I shiver with longing for your caress And it's torturing, arousing, promising Desire to feel mingling breaths To feel our hips rocking. I want to cling to you And have you envelope me To be without you was cruel. You've become a drug, something I need To sustain this constant rush.    

[For her.]     You've had your chance You and I are through I'm done with this manic dance I don't want to be with you. You've made your bullshit case I've made my points known That I never again want to see your face Your chances are blown.     I've moved on, I do not want you anymore You were obsessive, controlling I will not be your little bitch anymore I will not be a victim, no more abusing One last time I scream "No...

I wake up on time, and quickly get ready.  I run like hell to catch my first bus and begin my dead boring commute to school.  A half hour later, I'm on the commuter rail.  I have at least an hour ride ahead of me, and I'm not content to simply stare into space, so I dig my personal notebook out of my bag and begin writing down the first things that come to mind.  They are, no surprise, sexual.  Images of various sexual po...

    Suddenly Patricia took on a role I was not expecting.  Perhaps she was merely becoming more and more comfortable in this situation, more okay with wanting a woman.  Whatever it was, she quickly assumed the more dominant role by ordering: "Lay on your stomach, Katelyn."  When I looked at her in shock she grabbed a handful of my long dark hair and pulled so my ear was inches from her face.  "Lay on your stomach.  Now."...

    Okay Katelyn, calm yourself down.  Just because she pressed you up against the wall, it doesn't mean she's actually still interested in doing anything.  I kept telling myself in order to keep a lid on my enthusiasm.  It was not working.   My parents had left an hour ago, it was very close to when Patricia was supposed to be showing up, and I was beginning to panic.   Ah well, might as well enjoy my Friday, right? I th...

---Note: First story, first chapter.  Comments and rates appreciated.  Definitely more story than sex at the moment.  Enjoy.-- The woman of my dreams--literally--sat next to me in Psychology.  Patricia, my best friend, is beautiful, sexy, funny, and is seriously the hottest girl I know.  She was also laughing at me as we stood in the auditorium after school one Friday... "Katelyn, what's wrong with you?" she asked me, aft...