Bedtime Stories

You rode with the wind out of my site I did not tell you about my tear filled night Your words...

You rode with the wind out of my site
I did not tell you about my tear filled night

Your words echoed in my soul
Your absence leaves the darkest hole

I wish you wanted me like I do you
A desire to not just kiss but to see too

You contradict yourself, it keeps me on my toes
But it adds to this list of woes

I want you so bad but you’ll never see
I hate you for having this hold on me

"Pretty" is such a simple word But when it slipped from your lips, it was the best one I've ever...

"Pretty" is such a simple word
But when it slipped from your lips, it was the best one I've ever heard.

When I am near you I always want to feel your skin
And when you are gone, I feel empty until I see you again.

I wish right now you were next to me
Instead I write these words to express my feelings so you will see.

My chest aches when I am two feet away
I want you closer every day.

You are so beautiful in so many views
I think I could stare for days at you.

I am a woman filled with words
Wanting to express myself, to be heard.

You are a man with little to say
But your body tells me you won't go away.

You are the hardest book I have ever read
But I've never been more intrigued than by the things you have said.

You are such a light in my little dark world
An adventure every day getting unfurled.

I hope you are around for a long while
Because with you my only emotion is a smile.

Love At First Site

To fall in love after moments.
Yes, I do believe.
The first time those eyes looked at me,
I was stricken by their innocence.
A smile spread across my cold heart
As I watched your mouth twist.
I wanted nothing but to embrace you.
I stared at you, possessively.
In a form, you were mine.
I was on guard, protecting you.
Anything out of the ordinary, I was ready to bite.
My little angel, my little grace.
Holding you left me frozen with such awe.
To fall in love with someone after meeting just once.
The idea was foolish to me before I laid my eyes on you.
Your acknowledgement left new vulnerability.
Such a beautiful, precious thing.
How could I love something that fit in the crease of my arm?
A promise written on my heart to love you the way you deserve.
Such a fragile little thing.
I fell in love with you that first day.
When we met.
And I didn’t believe in love at first site
Until you looked me in the eyes.

For Kendra, my beautiful niece.

In her loneliness, she whispered into the still air “I miss you”. She ached for his...

In her loneliness, she whispered into the still air “I miss you”. She ached for his presence and the emptiness of not hearing his voice almost formed tears in her eyes. She knew it was crazy to need someone so much and it scared her. To want to be graced by his presence daily was a dependent thought and she didn’t like that it rested so vulnerably. She was fearful of the idea to desire someone so much that her breaths were often interrupted by thoughts of him. To be so ready for his smile and to nightmare about losing him broke her. If she were to one day love him then she would one day lose him and this thought caused so much pain inside her that she had to displace it before she broke down in tears. “I could not handle such a loss”, she would say aloud. She decided to close off these needs and ignore them . Maybe not let him in so that the inevitable would not exist. But every time she heard his voice, her walls were torn down. “what a way to live” she would cry out. Hopeless. “I suppose even a short love would be a better risk than none at all” were her words of surrender.

NSFW: Austin

I looked over at you in the driver's seat staring ahead with one hand on the wheel and the other wresting on the stick shift. I admired your profile, the way your forehead slopes, the way your nose plummets into a soft round scoop, the way your lips plump out into a pout, and the way your chin juts like a small hill from the bottom. Your jawline gentle but prominent made me want to reach over and run my fingers down the lines. I watched you swallow and your throat's box move up a little and back down steadily. Your hair breezed in the wind from the cracked window. I watched it dance around your eyes and ears while you concentrated your gaze forward. The look on your face was of content and I hoped it was because I sat here next to you in your car. I glanced forward and watched the cars whooshing past us and admired that you took your time as if you were in no rush at all. You lifted your hand from the shift to your face and lightly rubbed your cheek where an itch must have bothered you. I watched your long fingers move with grace as you brought your arm back down and wrapped them around the steering wheel. It was strange to me that I liked to watch the way you touched things, it was like a warmth spread from your fingers and I longed to see if it felt that way, too. I licked my lips realizing the thirst growing inside me and reached to turn up the radio. A favorite song of yours began to play and I could see a smile form across your red lips as the familiarity brought back memories of notes that had previously touched you. I smiled to myself and sighed. You were so beautiful and I wanted to reach over and grasp the long fingers gripping the wheel. Or maybe to twine them in your shaggy hair. Perhaps trace them down your stomach where your shirt hugged you. I felt my own hands twitch as I stared at your figure and longed for one small touch.

    We pulled into the drive way of your apartment and I stared at the building ahead of us trying to calm my loud need to reach over and embrace every curve, line, and shape of your body. You turned off the engine and unfastened yourself, turning slightly to look at me. I felt your gazed and returned it with a slight smile. 

    "Are you ready to go in?" you asked, your voice sending a shiver through me. I hadn't imagined it to be so low and smooth and when I first met you in person just a mere thirty minutes ago, it struck me like a song being played across my chest; the beats rapidly getting stronger with every word you spoke. I smiled shyly at you and nodded, still nervous even though we had known each other for months now. But to be here, now, in your presence was an adventure I was not expecting to ever happen. Just two weeks ago the idea was typed from your lips across my computer screen and I remember the exact moment the red spread across my face as I imagined meeting you. How you would be in person, how you might smell, how you might act upon seeing someone as reserved as me. Who knew that you would embrace me in a hug as soon as I got off the plane like we were old friends. A smile was spread across your face as if you had seen me only yesterday and it was a day too long. 

    I followed you up the stairs to your apartment, hauling my suitcase behind me. I watched those long fingers once more as they carefully plucked the intended key from a ring and then slid it into the lock. I could not stop watching the way you moved. You pushed open the door and waited for me to walk through before you followed suit. 

    "Nice." I said, smiling as I looked around the bare apartment. 

    "It's pretty good for a minimum wage pay." You chuckled to yourself. "Let me take this." You said grabbing my suitcase and taking it to a back room. "I'm just going to put it in my room so it's out of the way." I hoped there was a better reason than just that but I would keep that to myself.

    "You want anything to drink?" you asked, walking in the kitchen while I stood awkwardly in your living room. I shook my head 'no'. "Do you plan on talking?" you asked, smiling broadly. I turned red and looked down at my feet. 

    "I'm sorry," I said through clenched teeth, looking up, "this is just all surreal." 

    You laughed and made your way back to the living room, well let's go get some dinner and we can talk in a more public setting, maybe that'll take the edge off. I smiled, "I am kind of hungry."

    It was definitely a better ice breaker to be in public with you than alone. I was growing more and more comfortable with your presence and found myself able to loosen up a bit after a while. When we returned to your apartment, it wasn't like before. We were laughing and joking this time. 

    "Oh my gosh," you said, exasperatedly, "that was awesome." You held the door open for me and I walked in.

    "Yeah, I'm glad that cat is okay, though." I continued laughing. "Would have been a shame if the hawk really did get him."

    You smirked and closed the door and followed me along to the living room where we plopped down on the couch. "Movie?" you asked. I nodded with a smile as you turned on the TV and hunted down a good one. 

    I looked over at you out of the corner of my eye and watched as you flipped through our options.You twisted your mouth in thought and I felt a desire to kiss you, then. I blinked hard, twice. 'Stop that' I though to myself and forced myself to look at the TV instead of admiring your features. 

    "Here's a good one." You said, excitedly. In one swoop, you threw the remote onto the coffee table and grabbed me, sliding me over to you where I laid against you. I giggled with surprise. 

    The movie began and as I watched, I felt you move your hand softly down the side of my arm, making my skin tingle under the touch. It was warm just like I had imagined it. Your other hand rested on your leg and pointer finger tapped your pant leg. I tried to concentrate on the movie but your skin touching mine was making it hard to concentrate. I didn't understand why this was so difficult. I swallowed hard and stared at the screen trying to ignore the hand now tracing my hip.

    I successfully was able to get myself into the movie but not for long. I suddenly felt your free hand touch my cheek and turn my face to look at yours. I felt my heart begin to race as I realized what you were doing just as you leaned in and kissed me on my lips. I wasn't sure how to react, the taste had left me frozen and pushed against you while your mouth worked mine. You pulled away and I stared into your eyes, breathless. I felt my cheeks flushing over again. 

    You smiled a little and then twined your fingers in my hair as you brought my lips back to yours again. This time, I allowed myself to relax into you and I traced my hand across your chest, bringing it up to your cheek. I grabbed your bottom lip with my teeth and gently pulled. I heard you sigh and then felt your hand fall down to trace my breast. I needed you to touch me more, though, so I reached up and grabbed your hand so that you were now massaging my chest. I felt you shift and then your hands were at the hem of my shirt, yanking it upwards. I allowed you to easily pull it above my head where I was left open and vulnerable. You looked me over and then leaned in to kiss my collar bone, sucking and leaving little red marks in your wake. 

    I grabbed at your sides as my breath caught and I could feel the hunger begin in my stomach. Your hand slipped behind my back and undid my bra with such ease that I hardly noticed with all of my concentration on the placement of your lips. You threw my bra onto the floor and then lifted your own shirt over and off of you. I grabbed your head with both of my hands and scrunched your hair between my fingers pulling your lips to mine, again. Your touch was so intoxicating and I wanted more. I pulled you with me so that I lay on my back and you on top of me. 

    I managed to wrap my legs around you as we fell so that you rested between them now. You sucked on my throbbing breasts as your hand made its way to my pants button. I felt it pop open and then the sliding down of the zipper as you kissed down my stomach, then bit my hip bone. I squeezed my legs around you, I could feel myself already growing more wet in anticipation. 

    I let out a soft moan and you looked up at me, smiling. I rolled my eyes. "That's going to cost you." You said, mysteriously as you jumped up and pulled my pants completely off. I lay in only my underwear and watched you take off your own pants while you looked at me. I smiled sheepishly again and sat up, helping you to pull down your boxers. 

    Your erection popped out and I bit my lip as I watched it bounce before me. I reached up and grabbed the base of your shaft and licked my lips just before slipping you into my mouth. You tasted sweet to me and it was a pleasant surprise. I heard you groan and it made me want you even more. I licked all around the tip and took you as far as I could go. Your hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back away and off of your hard erection and you bent over kissing me feverishly.

    You pushed me back onto the couch, yanked my panties off, and placed yourself between my legs again. I wiggled with anticipation as you sucked on my nipples and rubbed my clit. I thought about your long fingers again as you slowly inserted one inside of me. "You're so wet." You whispered in my ear. I bit my lip and pulled you up so that we were at eye level, hoping that you would understand what I wanted you to do next.

    I felt your erection push into my thigh and I moaned. "Is this what you want?" you asked, teasing me. I pouted up at you and you laughed as you shoved yourself inside of me. I let out a gasp, I wasn't expecting for you to feel this way. I moaned as you slowly moved in and out and I was taken up by you. I could feel myself relaxing around you with every thrust as the pleasure coursed through me. I dug my fingers into your back and drug my nails down your sides. You growled in my ear and I arched my back as I felt you pick up pace. You were hitting me just right and I wanted it to last forever. You kissed me again as you pounded into me over and over and over again and I whimpered beneath you. 

    I was puddy in your hands. At this point I was pleased with anything you would do to me. Your hands grabbed at my hips and pushed me down onto the couch. I continued to drag my nails down your back with every thrust. I tilted my hips and you slipped a hand beneath my bottom, pulling me closer. I cried out with pleasure as you slid yourself around between my legs. "Touch yourself." You demanded and I placed my hand on my clit and rubbed. I continued to moan and you kissed and bit my neck. I could hear you catch your breath every now and then and it only made me more wet. I moved my hips in rhythm to yours as I rubbed myself. I could barely stand what I was feeling. I wrapped my legs around your waste and you slipped in deeper and I couldn't catch my breath. I kissed you and tugged at your lip with my teeth, tracing your back with my free hand. You kissed me hard as you slammed into me harder and faster and I squirmed beneath you. I scratched your back with both of my hands unsure of what to do with the massive amount of pleasure I was feeling.

    I reached down and grabbed your butt, pulling you into me; I wanted you so much deeper. I could tell you realized this because you stopped, kissed me once more, and then pulled out. You grabbed my hips, twisted me around so that my knees were on the couch and my butt faced you standing behind me. I smiled excited that we were about to do one of my favorite positions as I felt you slap my butt, hard. I let out a moan and you slapped it again then slipped yourself back into me. 

    You started out slow again and then built your pace up until I was barely able to hold myself steady on the couch. I could hear you muttering under your breath and it made me only more turned on. I felt my muscles begin to tighten as I peaked from your steady thrusts inside of me. I caught my breath as my orgasm took over my body and my knees grew weak. You continued to pulse inside of me and I was unable to take a breath as the pleasure engulfed me. I heard you let out a grunt and as my orgasm neared it's end, you pulled yourself from me and I felt the splash of your cum on my back. 

    I caught my breath and rested over the back of the couch as you left to get a towel. I smiled to myself as I thought about how great you had felt. You wiped off my back and then pulled me into your lap and kissed me again. We finished out the movie we hadn't been watching and I managed to fall asleep on your shoulder, happy.

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    I looked over at you in the driver’s seat staring ahead with one hand on the wheel and the other wresting on the stick shift. I admired your profile, the way your forehead slopes, the way your nose plummets into a soft round scoop, the way your lips plump out into a pout, and the way your chin juts like a small hill from the bottom. Your jawline gentle but prominent made me want to reach over and run my fingers down the lines. I watched you swallow and your throat’s box move up a little and back down steadily. Your hair breezed in the wind from the cracked window. I watched it dance around your eyes and ears while you concentrated your gaze forward. The look on your face was of content and I hoped it was because I sat here next to you in your car. I glanced forward and watched the cars whooshing past us and admired that you took your time as if you were in no rush at all. You lifted your hand from the shift to your face and lightly rubbed your cheek where an itch must have bothered you. I watched your fingers move with grace as you brought your arm back down and wrapped them around the steering wheel. It was strange to me that I liked to watch the way you touched things, it was like a warmth spread from your fingers and I longed to see if it felt that way, too. I licked my lips realizing the thirst growing inside me and reached to turn up the radio. A favorite song of yours began to play and I could see a smile form across your red lips as the familiarity brought back memories of notes that had previously touched you. I smiled to myself and sighed. You were so beautiful and I wanted to reach over and grasp the hands gripping the wheel. Or maybe to twine them in your shaggy hair. Perhaps trace them down your stomach where your shirt hugged you. I felt my own hands twitch as I stared at your figure and longed for one small touch.

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There was a girl. A fragile girl. A girl that all a man had to do was touch, and she would love him....

There was a girl. A fragile girl. A girl that all a man had to do was touch, and she would love him. Some said her easy love was a gift, but she thought it more to be a curse and felt the pains of it daily.

So one day she ran away to be alone. Life was simpler that way and no one could hurt her. But as she sat in a field of flowers, another lonely hand reached out from behind a Boulder and twisted one of her curls. Immediately she felt him and gasped in surprise. She turned to find her new love but he wasn't there.

The shy boy had hid himself and she did not know his face. He knew hers though, and she was so beautiful to him. The stars cried with shame in comparison. She whispered, beckoning him. But he did not come out. This love was different. She could feel his love pulse back through her in his single, momentary touch. She sighed for love was always painful. But she wanted this one more than all the others.

So every day she would sit in this same spot amongst the wild flowers and the butterflies and she would wait with her back facing the same direction towards the Boulder. She would wait for the second of bliss when she felt his touch. And every day she would turn quickly around to catch even a small glimpse of her love, but every day he was too quick for her.

But one day, she sat in the opposite direction. She wanted more so she waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally, a hand reached from behind the boulder towards her. Holding out and waiting for her grasp. She smiled and took it. And she was finally glad for her gift of love. Because the boy on the other end was fragile. He loved too easily and he too preferred loneliness. And they found happiness in their pain.

that story u just posted isn't urs. i've seen it before on another's blog. so i think u should take it down before i tell her and she gets angry

I run two different blogs, one is called readherminds and the other is called bedmistress so you may be getting confused by that but I am the same person and the two stories both belong to me.

But I really do appreciate you saying something.

NSFW: Just Friends

Opening my eyes, I brushed the hair out of my face and I watched the sheets slowly move up and down as they encircled your chest. You looked so peaceful next to me, with your lips pursing every now and then showing off your dimples. Those dimples, making me smile. Your midnight hair was messy from the night with the morning light reflecting off of it. I was wide awake and watching you dream and every second I fell more in love with you. I lifted my left hand and gently stroked your cheek, feeling your smooth skin and causing you to stir a bit. I returned my hand to my chest as I didn't want to wake you but I wanted to touch you more.  I felt myself begin to drift off again and allowed my body to relax back into a restful state. I was not even asleep when I felt you move. I was aware of your breath on my forehead all of the sudden and your weight on the bed caused me to roll into you. I smiled to myself loving that you wanted me closer even in your tired state. "Why are you smiling?" I heard you say. Your voice echoed through me and I fluttered my eyes open to see your broad smile. Oh, that smile made my heart skip. I only smiled more and your dimples deepened as the light flicked across your eyes. Your beautiful hazel eyes.

"I just missed your touch, is all." I finally whispered in reply. He smirked and wrapped his free arm around my waste and pulled me to his chest, kissing my forehead.

"You smell good." You whispered.

"You mean, I smell like sex, haha." I joked.

You pulled my chin up and kissed me slowly, licking my bottom lip and taking away my breath. I knew what you were doing and you knew how to get it. It isn't hard to rile me up, especially with you. I traced my hand around your chest and played with the small patch of hair that you left there. You continued to kiss me and I tugged at your bottom lip with my teeth, a trick you loved. I heard you growl under your breath and I felt myself grow more eager for you. Your hand traced my hip and rested on my butt, the warmth leaving a trail of intimacy behind it. You continued to kiss me and our tongues danced. I arched my back a little while my skin tingled beneath your tracing hand which drifted to between my legs. You slowly rubbed and circled your fingers, making me let out small moans and whimpers. I was hardly able to continue kissing you with how much I squirmed for you. I found my way to your hard erection and I rubbed the tip, feeling the juices that slowly slipped out.

You lifted my leg and wrapped it around your waste then reached back to trace your fingers on my wet thighs. I was hardly able to keep my hips still as I anticipated your entrance inside of me. I tightened my leg and used it to pull you on top of me, resting yourself amidst my thighs. You sucked on my nipples and caressed them while your free hand explored my hips. My breathing was quicker and yours was heavy. I felt this need for you, a hunger, desire; I needed to be connected to you. I think you felt it, too, because you lifted your hips just high enough to slip yourself slowly into me. Every inch was a wave of bliss. I curled my fingers in your rough hair and you feverishly kissed me as you moved slowly in and out. I felt that I would explode beneath you, my body barely able to handle this feeling of being so close to you. You stopped kissing me and straightened so that you could watch me, still continuing your slow pace. I stared into your eyes and touched your lips with my thumb, gently tracing their pout.

You smiled and in your eyes I could see what you were feeling and I could feel it charge through me with every thrust. We must have stared at each other for a while before I realized that we were connected in every sense possible; mental, physical. I wrapped my legs around your waste and I allowed my back to arch with my eyes rolling backwards. You bent down to kiss my chin and I heard your breath catch as I tightened my muscles. You brought your lips to my ear and while simultaneously grabbing my hand and placing it at my clitoris you whispered for me to touch myself. So I did. I rubbed and I could feel you grow more turned on as you felt my fingers against your stomach. I moaned and watched your lips open slightly when your breath caught. I felt you start to quicken and I could feel you get deeper and deeper with every thrust. I scratched at your back and lifted my hips in rhythm to yours, whimpering. You caught my eyes again and stared into them, not letting me loose until you kissed me passionately.

You wrapped your arms around me and slowed down again. The pace change sent shivers through me. "You're so wet." You growled in my ear. I think you know that I like it when you growl. I moaned, I could think of nothing but you being here with me in this moment. I grabbed the hair on the back of your head and with my other hand, I pulled your lower back closer to me. I could feel you tensing up and I knew that soon you would be releasing. You started to hold your breath and quicken again, pulsing in and out of me. In and out. In and out.

You let out a sigh as you came and slowly finished with a couple more thrusts, kissing me again. Instead of pulling out, you stayed inside of me for a little while longer and kissed me like you needed me to be with you forever; like, I was your breath. You slowly pulled yourself form me and lay next to me. You caught your breath and then pulled me into you, embracing me with your warmth. I smiled, feeling your breath on my neck and your hand tracing my breast. We fell asleep in each other's arms and I dreamed of the day we would no longer be 'just friends'.

stareintothedarkness: I am stronger than I look. I can handle more than you think. But, there are...

stareintothedarkness:

I am stronger than I look.

I can handle more than you think.

But, there are just some things that can even knock a giant off his feet.

-SC

stareintothedarkness: I haven't allowed myself to cry in so long that the barriers in my eyes have...

stareintothedarkness:

I haven't allowed myself to cry in so long

that the barriers in my eyes have cracked

so this time when the pain washes over

so do the tears.

-SC

This shouldn't hurt. It's not right. I barely know you. What is this? Stop capturing me it's not...

This shouldn't hurt. It's not right. I barely know you. What is this? Stop capturing me it's not fair. Stop playing with my heart, you're making me want you. I closed that door, how did you open it? I locked it, I barred it closed, I even used super glue and dead bolts. But you just pushed it lightly and the door swung open. This is so stupid. Who are you? What are you doing here? This is supposed to be a space that only I occupy, who let you in here? Leave before you let other things in. Leave before you make me turn around. Your in the reflection, but I can't look at you. How did you get there? I slammed that door closed months ago. I put furniture in front of it, I put a car in front of it, I put a bridge in front of it. But you just let yourself in. Who are you? What are you doing here? Where are you going? That's not fair. You can't just force your way in and then leave me here. You can't do that. You can't light a match and blow it out. That's not fair. How dare you walk in here and stand next to my reflection and smile. How dare you look me in the eyes and make my thoughts go wild. How dare you. And then you leave. Then you left. Then you left the door open as your footsteps slowly left my ears. You can't do that. That's against my rules. You can't enter here, didn't you read the sign? Didn't you see the warning sign? I don't even know you, why are you still on my mind? How long have I been standing in front of this mirror? That's not fair. You're not fair

The Young Writer

Jemenai traveled through her galaxy of thoughts. Each step she took on her word filled clouds brought her closer to the ending she desired. She shaped each character carefully, with names that specifically suited them; appearances that added to their character, and lives that would be realistic and capture the souls of her crowd. She used the smallest of paint brushes to make the words she wrote grab the reader's shirt and pull them in so close that they would feel the breath of the book on their skin. The world that she created for her readers would leave them so astonished at its genuinity that they would know not of what else to do other than lay down and sleep; letting their dreams replay the story they were once a part of. She carefully plucked each word from its dancing vines, careful to only choose the ripest ones. With each keypad touch she made, the words danced across her screen in extravagant choreography and rhythm that even had her tapping her foot. Jemenai breathed life into her mindful images and created a story that only she could have placed her fingerprint on. With a final touch of a cursive "The End", Jemenai snail mailed her masterpiece to the desk of a book eater. If her book passed the taste test there, she would be labeled a master chef and her story would be mass produced and placed on the shelves where an awaiting world could frolic in and let their taste buds run wild. Her hopes and dreams of letting the world into her mind and see her imagination would be fulfilled…

Kwaad's Love

He curled his long, scaly fingers around a lock of her hair. Grinning his nightmarish smile and licking his savage teeth. She refused to turn around, thinking that if she pretended he wasn't there, he would go away and leave her alone. Last time he left because she was boring him with her transfixed eyes on the wall ahead. Now having no choice but to see his figure in the bathroom mirror, she tried not to lock eyes. She imagined he was invisible and had no reflection so that she wouldn't cry. He extended his right hand around, still twirling her hair with his left, and touched her cheek. Even her goosebumps tried to flee his touch as they fled to her toes.

"You know I am here…" Kwaad breathed into her ear, "I only wish to play for a little while and then I will leave you alone." Mara's breath quickened at the thought of what play might mean to him this time. Kwaad brought his grey talon across the bottom of her chin, lightly. Mara closed her eyes and tried to think of something other than the goblin behind her. "Maraaaa…" Kwaad then stepped closer and she could feel the heat radiating from his skin burning through her clothes. Kwaad then leaned forward and placed something on the sink in front of Mara. She could hear movement and she opened her eyes. There before her, a smaller malignant spirit sat. It twisted it's fingers in and out of socket as it hungrily bore into her eyes. Mara's body was fixed as she returned the gaze.

"Helloo.. Mawwwrahhh." The beast almost sang, only his lips slightly parting. His eyes produced red and black colors that swirled together. Inside them she could see the cries of tortured souls. "Maraaaaaa, may I have a taste?" the small demon smirked, his eyes suddenly turning blue. The rest of his figure followed as he transfigured into a small, puppy. A Lhaso Apso.

Kwaad leaned into her body, crushing them into each other and he sighed bottomlessly. Reaching out his hand, he picked up the puppy and brought it towards Mara. She watched as the puppy sat energetically and happily in the palm of Kwaad's hand. Her heart pounded. Kwaad lifted Mara's left hand, now fully embracing her body, and brought it up to touch the puppies head. Her arm was limp in his powerful grasp. Kwaad set her hand on the top of the puppy's head and dragged it down it's backside. "Continue to pet the puppy." Kwaad demanded in a forceful tone. Mara did as she was told, petting the happy puppy without any control of her body. Just as she brought her hand up for another scratch, the puppy opened it's mouth wide, growling and ferociously bit her thumb.

"AAAACK!" Mara screamed out in pain. The puppy's head transformed back into that of the demon and it bit harder into her hand. Mara grabbed her wrist and tried to pull away, but Kwaad kept her there without a touch. With a crunch and shot of pain through her arm, her thumb and part of her hand tore from her body and disappeared down the throat of the beast. Tears rushed down Mara's face as her hand bled down her arm and onto her white shirt.

"Yesssss, please cry Mara." Kwaad coaxed. "I told you this would be fun, little Demonyo was only hungry. Cry Mara, cry." Kwaad grabbed Mara's hand and brushed it through her blond curls.

"I always did like red heads." Demonyo giggled.

Kwaad pulled away from Mara and stepped around to the front of her, blocking her from Demonyo's view. He bent down and brought his face inches from hers. Mara watched as his long, black tongue slipped from between his lips and reached out to her cheek. It slowly circled up from her chin to her cheek bone, each pore burning and stinging as he covered it in his acid. Kwaad stopped, rolled his tongue back into his mouth and grinned. "Mara, you spoil me with these tears." Suddenly, Kwaad threw his hand into her breast plate with a force that felt as though a train had just hit her and Mara slammed against the back of the bath tub wall. Gasping for air she could feel the broken bones inside her body moving with every heave and release. Her once tan shirt was now seeping with black liquid and her blood. She stared at her shaking hands for a couple seconds and slowly looked up at Kwaad. She would not cry this time.

"Why are you doing this?" Mara struggled to speak not because she couldn't find the words but the pain that rushed throughout her small frame.

"Mara," Kwaad's smile abruptly left his face, "I am hurt that you do not know why I am here." He took a step towards the tub, his large, dark green body shadowing her. "Mara, I only disturb you because I love you.." He took another step closer.

"If you loved me, you would not hurt me.." Mara struggled to hold back tears. "You've crushed almost all of the bones in my body with this love you seem to think you have."

"Maraaaaaa," He groaned, "You are mine. I love those that are mine."

"Your definition of love is much different than mine."

"Mara.. Mara" Kwaad licked his lips. "I only wish to play with you. You are my toy. I treasure you. Therefore, I love you. The only human that I have loved. I plan to steal you for all of eternity. All of eternity you will be mine. All I have to do is wait. The deal was that I get once a year to disturb you, to taste you, my love and then once God has taken you from this ugly Earth he has created, this hell, I will claw my way through the dirt and dig my nails into your neck as I pull you back down to myyyyyy paradise." He chuckled. "Mara, there, I will be allowed to love you more than I am here. And my dearest," Kwaad crouched closer and leaned over the tub to breath into her face as he creepily said, "You will wissssh that you could feel THIS pain again…"

Mara couldn't hold back her tears anymore. Her eyes gushed with bloody drops and she lay, unable to move as she lost all hope. She felt Kwaad brush his fingers through her hair as he licked her cheek again. Demonyo was sitting in the tub next to her and eating her thigh. Mara cried as the pain overpowered her body and she could feel darkness, sleep taking over.

"No, no, no Mara…" Kwaad sung, "this is the only 4 hours that I get a year… And I will not waste any of it…" Kwaad violently snatched her throat and yanked her from the tub. Thrashing her body against the wall, he shoved his fist into her stomach and ripped out her insides. The agony was so unbearable that Mara could not catch her breath. All she could hear was Kwaad's unattractive and feverish laugh as he shoved her insides into his mouth. "Baby, don't you want to take a try?" he pulled a piece of her intestine from between his teeth and commanded her mouth to open. Using his tongue, Kwaad shoved the food down Mara's throat as she gasped for air. Demonyo broke her foot and Mara banged her head against the wall. Kwaad abjured his tongue and released his grip from her neck, letting Mara flop to the ground. Her vision was blurrying.

"Kwaad…" Mara was barely able to whisper after having her voice box stricken and cracked.

Kwaad lowered himself down in front of her. "Yes, my love?"

"Kwaad, please stop this.." Mara wasn't able to move.

Kwaad sighed and pulled her into his body. Cacooning himself around her. And there they sat for the reamainder of his time with Mara. He kissed her forehead and sent every pain, every terror, every fear, every nightmare screaming into her body as she sat in a comatose state without any ability to run. He squeezed harder and harder until her bones broke and crumbled, flattening her.

Then, without any reason, Kwaad kissed her once more and her body became whole again. The pain was gone, her ribs were healed, her hand was whole, her hair was clean and bouncy once more, and her face and throat no longer burned. Mara pulled away from Kwaad, but this wasn't him. It was a man. A beautiful man who wore a kind smile and watched her with what looked like love in her eyes.

Mara felt herself smile back as he continued to embrace her.

"Mara.." The voice hadn't changed, though, "Do you like me better when I look like this and I make you feel good?"

"Yes." Mara spoke softly.

"Okay, Mara." Kwaad hugged her. He sent blissful feelings through her body and then slowly suffocated Mara until all the pain returned that she had encountered before and her body became to shake in seizure. "Too bad, Mara. I can't restrain myself long enough. I need to taste your pain.. Only because I love you." Kwaad twisted her head over violently, snapping Mara's neck. He growled and sliced open her once smooth skin with his fangs. Mara screamed and threw herself around trying go get him to stop savagely tearing her skin apart. She felt every thread rip, every msucle tear, every bone break, every tendon snap. Then it was done.

"Mara, I do love you." Kwaad whispered into her shredded body and then tossed it aside. "I had fun. I'll see you next year, but I will be hoping that one of my demons brings you to me sooner…" He giggled and licked her cheek one last time. "Sleep tight, my love, I will see you again soon." His black eyes thirstily looked her over one last time as he licked his slimy lips and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke that left Mara coughing with what little muscle she had left. Demonyo took one last bite from her leg, Mara not feeling a thing with the more massive pain surrounding her, and he too, vanished.

Mara's battered and almost non-existant body lay sprawled out in pieces on her bathroom floor. She could feel her body tingling as Kwaad's acid put it back together again. Her parent's wouldn't be home for another hour. Plenty of time for her mess to be cleaned up by Kwaad's supernatural powers and nothing to be left but the memory of the pain. Haunting her every night until the next knock at her door.

"If only she knew she had a way to stop it…" a voice whispered in the corner, "That she had hope." Mara was lifeless and in a coma, though, and could not hear the voices that wished they could save her. "He will find a way." They sang.

A bloody tear dripped from Mara's eye and the images of the hours and the past experiences replayed throughout her nightmare. Mara's soul was lost and felt hopeless, that no one would save her. She had already given up a long time ago.

The Liar and the Believer

He was capturing, he was alluring, he was funny. Everything she wanted. He was open, he was flirty, he was sweet. The perfect man for her. But he was a liar. 

Liar was a story, a real life fairy tale. He was the epitomy of a girl’s fairy tale dream. Believer was strucken by him the first day they talked. He could sing his words to her and she would dance to them. Silly girl thought fairy tales were true after she met him. 

Liar courted her and sweet talked her and chased her. He made her feel beautiful, he made her feel happy, he made her feel complete. Liar was so cunning, he even began to believe his story was true. This went on for months until one day, Liar slipped up. He let loose a story that he didn’t think would be a bother and Believer’s first notion of no trust was brought forth. And then another slip up. Liar realized he was getting messy, so he prettied up his words some more until he thought Believer had forgotten about it. 

Then another slip up. Believer started to realize that Liar may not be exactly who she thought he was and pondered one night how much longer they may be together. Her fairy tale prince was less and less charming. Until one day, Liar broke her heart. He came forth and told Believer exactly who he was all within half an hour. It was so much that Believer was in bed for days, ill from a very literal broken heart. She was on machines and medicines to keep her alive and all she could think about was Liar. But Liar was no where to be found. While Believer finally started to recover, she found out Liar had already found someone else… Naive. She wondered why Naive would do this, she seemed so nice and harmless but here she was adding to the pain that Believer was trying to get over. But then she realized, Liar never told her about him and Believer. He hadn’t told anyone. And she began to wonder just how many other princesses there were out there. 

Believer cried for months. While Liar taunted her with cruelty and hatred. He let loose that he never did actually love her and that he only wanted her for her body. Believer was broken and she didn’t know how to fix herself, she was in the hospital for months and was unable to be happy again. 

Then, one day, Believer woke up. And she realized, Liar wasn’t her prince at all. He was the villain of her story. She walked out of the hospital that very day from a miraculous healing and she dreamt of the day her true prince would rescue her as she forgot all about Liar and Naive… And Liar and Easy… And Liar and Trusting… And Liar and Sheltered… And Liar and Gullible. 

She was happy and she was guarded against any other Liar that may come along.

Murderer on the loose: Chapter 1

Augustine was probably the sweetest girl you would ever meet. She had a shyness to her that made her seem so polite and lovely. When she opened up to you, she had a bubbly personality and she just adored getting to know anyone in the room. She had long blonde curls and bright green eyes that never seemed to dull. She always had a smile on her face and people would flock to her in a room. She was beautiful inside and out and lit up the place with her presence. But, Augustine, like everyone, had a secret. A secret that she kept locked away in another part of her body until the time came to unleash it. 

Augustine wasn’t ashamed of her secret, she was actually quite proud of her ability to keep it going and no one ever finding out. You see, Augustine was a cereal killer. And boy, did she love to kill. Not only was watching the life leave someone’s eyes one of her favorite things, but she also loved how she would murder them. She always tried to come up with some clever way to do it; some brutal mess left behind. She loved reading her stories in the news the next day and was so proud of them, she kept a scrapbook of newspaper clippings along with the pictures she would take of her victims. The before and after pictures, of course.

Augustine had done this already so many times, that she found it was easier and easier as time went by.You may be wondering by this point why she’s never been caught… Well now that’s a great story and if you are willing to sit through the gruesome details, I’ll tell it to you. 

We’ll start with the beginning, why she started killing in the first place. Augustine was beautiful, you knew this, but she also came from a very wealthy family. She lived a happy life, her parents were madly in love, and her siblings and she got along nicely. So, then why is she a cereal killer? Simple. Because she enjoys it. She got her start while she was in high school. She absolutely loved horror movies and gore, no one ever thought anything weird about a teenager liking this sort of thing. As she got older she felt a desire within her to kill someone. She wanted so badly to feel that high that she began making plans.

She quit watching gore movies because that might give her away. She had to get rid of the littlest things or she could get caught, nothing could make look suspicious. She threw out everything she ever owned that even remotely associated itself with horror films or gore, even her treasured replica murder knives. She replaced it all with pink, fluffy girly things. She covered her walls in the latest boy crazed bands and actors, she decorated her bed with zebra print and bears, she strung heart lights across her ceiling, and repainted her vanity to a light pink and white. Her parents had completely supported this idea, of course, because they thought it unusual that such a kind-hearted girl would be into such boyish things. They would never think twice about this sudden change in things. 

Next, she began a social networking site, where she quickly became friends with almost everyone at her school, attempting to make a personal connection with all of them. She wanted them to like her, she wanted to create an illusion that she was harmless. She was a already a cheerleader, but she needed to get involved with volunteer work and school clubs so that she appeared too busy to commit crimes of any type. She also made sure her already high grades, stayed high. Who wants to put an A Honor Roll student who is headed to a top university like Harvard, in jail? 

She volunteered at the soup kitchen, she volunteered at the fire department washing trucks, she volunteered at the police station filing paper work, she volunteered at the mayor’s office doing secretarial work, and she volunteered at the school with any specific tasks handed to her. She had a busy schedule and kept no trace of her plans. Everything was kept in her head which she would repeat to herself every night while laying in bed. She was popular at school as well as in public. She was well known for her outgoing personality and her kind heart, she was awarded many medals for the things she did when volunteering, and she was top in her class when it came to school. She perfected her life around the idea of an All American Girl. She even went so much into detail as to have a boyfriend on her shoulder who had absolutely no idea about her other personality. 

It was perfect. Now that she had her cover life completely filled out, she needed to get her secret plans worked out. She had all the time in the world, her repertoire with city officials was already so wonderful after three months she could only imagine how much they would love her after another three. She was finished with the cover story and now it was time for her to get to work.

NSFW: Here's something not usually my style of writing. I don't mind critiques either.

Shelby knocked on the door, anticipating the first time she would see this man in person. She had been waiting two months for this day and when she left her house this evening, she thought she was ready and confident. Until she arrived on his doorstep. I guess this is how internet meetings go. She was nervous but excited at the same time.

She had first met William online via a dating site for a popular social network four years ago when she was in high school. They talked for a bit and exchanged numbers the first night and then hit it off pretty well. But she distinctly remembered thinking he didn’t seem that interested in her personality, just her wrapping. Of course, she too was extremely attracted to him in the physical sense so she had been no better. But he grew progressively pushy with his requests until one day she decided to just stop talking to him all together. She was worried he was some pervert looking for girls to prey on. Once she got into college, though, it was a bit different. She recieved an email from him one random day and he seemed genuinely curious to know how she was doing and to have a real conversation. Of course this lasted for a day and then they didn’t talk again, eventually slipping from each other’s minds. Although neither one used the dating site any longer, they were still friends on the social site. She started to see more posts from him and realized some attractive things about his personality. She even started to notice how about this same time, he seemed to frequent her page more, too; liking her statuses. She was intrigued and decided she might give it another go just to find out they clicked really well when they weren’t talking about sex.

For the next two months they talked and he prodded her for dirty photos, even more progressively after she let it slip that she found him to be very attractive. But, she was an adult now and had gained boundaries unlike her high school self and refused to do such things. He tried to bribe her with pictures of himself and playing the guitar for her, but she stood her ground. Even though she figured he would eventually get annoyed with getting turned down, he kept texting her daily. His requests happened in most conversations but it wasn’t the theme usually so it didn’t bother her. She had been getting to know him and developed a crush. Not that she would say anything to him about that, he would surely use it against her. So she settled on playing hard to get. What did she have to lose anyway? She was single no matter what and he was three hours away. Then there was the day they planned on a first meet, anxiously waiting for the day to arrive, the two months passed rather slowly and Shelby expected he would give up at some point.

And this brings us to today, standing on William’s doorstep in her white dress and brown boots. Long hair waved across her back and legs crossed nervously as she waited for him to answer. She was worried about being around him because just seeing his photos sent her dizzy. What would happen seeing him in real life? He would surely guess by her reactions and blushing, the sort of hold he has on her. Every second she waited for him to answer made her more and more nervous.

Then the moment arrived. She heard the door click as it was being unlocked and held her breath, crossed her fingers, and prayed he wasn’t a cereal killer who was so good at his game that he fooled her for 4 years and 2 months. With her last two seconds of preparation she uncrossed her legs, took a deep breath, and swiped her bangs out of her eyes.

The door slowly opened to reveal a tall, athletic man with dark eyes and midnight hair. When she realized he looked exactly like his pictures, she let out a sigh of relief. William smiled at her and stared into her eyes for a few seconds before inviting her in.

“You’re much shorter than I thought you were going to be.” William said, as he closed the door behind her.

Shelby giggled and provoked him back, “Or are you just much taller than you told me you’d be?”

He laughed and that’s when she first noticed his nerves. She saw one of his hands shaking as he reached up to scratch his head. Smiling to herself and feeling a boost of confidence, she made her way around his living room looking at his decor. “Nice place.” She said, sliding her finger across the top of a guitar laying in front of the tv. She turned to look back at him, curious as to what his reaction might be currently. She felt her stomach turn when she saw that he was staring at her and smiling, unmoved from his position at the door. “What are you still standing there for?” She smiled and fluttered her eyes at him. He was absolutely gorgeous and sent her heart racing even more so in person.

“You are far more beautiful in person than I ever would have imagined.” William continued to stare at her and she felt herself begin to blush. He was no doubt a charmer and she was indeed charmed.

“Thank you.” She whispered, looking down and smiling.

“Have a seat, I’ll get us drinks. Any preference?” He said, finally moving himself from his postion and making his way to the kitchen.

Shelby brushed her hair to the side of her face and made her way to the couch. “Water is fine, I’m dying of thirst.”

“I make you that nervous?”

Shelby felt her face burn hot and was glad her back was to him at this moment as she bit her lip and giggled. “Says you mister frozen at the door.” she said as she turned around to face him now that her face had cooled down.

He smiled sheepishly and poured two glasses of water from a piture. She watched as his hands moved, he had the shape of fingers she loved. Unsure why she had a certain kind of hand she found most attractive, she was glad to see he had them. She smiled at him as he made his way over to the couch and sat on the other end, leaving a gap between them. She understood why he would do this, but she felt that she knew him well enough that this formality was no need. Plus, she really wanted to kiss him.

She sipped from her water and looked at him. “Could this first meet be anymore awkward?”

He let out a relaxed laugh and she was glad to know that she found a way to break the nerves. “I feel like I know you so well and this shouldn’t be awkward but it is, haha.” She laughed at his statement and looked down at her water. “Uhm… So, I understand if this is… Forward. But, do you mind if I kiss you?”

She looked up at him, her breath became short as she realized he wanted it just as bad as she did. She stared at him for a moment and then smiled, “Of course, I don’t mind…”

He set his water on the coffee table and scooted over next to her, slowly taking her glass from her hands and setting it down next to his. She bit her lip in anticipation as he began to slowly move towards her face. Her desire to be touched by him overcame her shyness and made it almost unbearable for her to wait for him to cover the distance between them. He was inches from her face and she was staring at his lips when he stopped and leaned back a little. “You’re making me nervous.” He let out a nervous giggle and looked away.

This sent her crazy and she reached up for his cheek and softly pulled him to face her again. “Why are you so adorable?” she said as she pulled herself forward and kissed him, slowly. She felt him relax again and wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her body to his. She bit his lip and he pulled back, leaning his forhead towards hers. She could hear his quick breath and this only made her want him more.

“Adorable? Really?” He said as he looked up at her, still holding her close to him. ” I feel like you just de-masculined me with that.” He laughed jokingly.

She was pleased that his humour was coming through now and that he was getting more comfortable with her. She smirked, “Except it drives me crazy so I’m not sure it is exactly ruining you like you think it is.”

His smile widened a bit, “Adorable it is, then.” He leaned forward again and kissed her hard this time, knocking her backwards. She thought it was an accident at first, but when he didn’t make any attempt to remove himself from on top of her, she was turned on by his sudden courage. He kissed her unbelievably and it was better than she expected or dreamt it would be. She almost couldn’t handle how delicious it was. She brought her hand up to the back of his head and pulled slightly at the hairs. At this, William jumped up quickly and landed on the opposite end of the couch again. She thought he was turned off by her and became hurt at the thought of him not wanting her. She looked at the ground, not speaking and wondered if the experience was over; that she should grab her purse and run out the door.

She heard him sigh after a second and quietly say, “I’m sorry. I thought I could control myself better, but you are so beautiful and irresistable to me.” At this, Shelby brightened up and looked at him, wondering why he stopped. He looked over at her and laughed. “You really didn’t notice?” She gave him a quizzical look and shook her head slowly. He looked away again and she saw his face turn red. “You turned me on. It was like a button or something. I’ve never had that happen before, but when you did it, the way you did it, it just drove me insane and I couldn’t control it.” Shelby smiled to herself feeling pleased that this was the reason. She didn’t think he could come up with words she wanted to hear more. “I’m sorry, I uhh…” She wasn’t going to let him finish this sentence, his awkwardness was driving her wild again she wanted his lips on hers. Not to mention, she wanted something else, too. She jumped up and reached over, placing her hand on the couch next to his leg, causing him to look over at her quickly.

“And you thought I would have a problem with that?” She bit her lip, used her bracing hand to grab the front top of his pants, and pulled him back on top of her. This time, between her legs. William braced himself with one arm next to her head as he kissed her and then traced her curves with the other. The slow motion of his hand down her side made her body squirm with delight and she leaned her head back for a breath of air as he kissed down her neck and onto her collar bones. She stared at the veins in his arm and touched them with her fingers. He bit at her collar bone, not too hard but she scratched at his back with the sparks it sent through her body. She could feel him hard between her legs, nudging at her thigh. Her eyes rolled back and she felt overwhelmed with how much she wanted him.

She pulled his lips back to hers and kissed him passionately. She broke away and sat up enough to whisper in his ear, “I want you.”

He pulled away slowly as she layed back down and he looked into her eyes as if he wanted to be sure she was serious. “Shall we go to my bedroom, then?” Shelby bit her lip and shook her head yes. William smiled down at her and hesitated a moment before getting up. He helped her to her feet and grabbed her hand, leading her to a room in the back of his apartment. They got into the dimly lit room and he turned to face her, grabbing the back of her head as he kissed her again. He pulled away once more and drew his hands down her chest, slowly and then down her hips until he reached the bottom of her dress. She felt him push his hand against her thigh and drag the hem up until it was sitting on her hip. Her breath quickened and he kissed her again. Who would have known a shy, awkward italian man would be so sexy.

He had hesitated lifting her dress for only a moment as he kissed her and then grabbed the other side with his other hand and lifted it over her head, leaving her standing in her bra and panties. She was breathing quickly as she hoped he still thought she was just as beautiful naked. Almost as if he heard her thoughts, he whispered, “You’re magnificent.” He pulled his shirt over his head, to reveal a chiseled chest and stomach. She knew from his arms that he worked out, but his torso was a whole nother story. She gasped and bit her lip as she reached up to touch his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, kissing her neck and undoing her bra, sliding it gently off. He gently caressed her breasts and and kissed them. Shelby leaned her head back and squeezed her hands around his arms.

He stood back up slowly and reached down to unbutton his pants, still kissing at her lips. Shelby placed her hands on one of the open flaps and pulled down, unable to release her lips from his, William took his pants off while still managing to kiss her wonderfully. He stepped around behind her and kissed her neck, pulling her body to his. She could feel his hard penis pressing into her bottom and she grew weak in her knees.

Without much warning, he reached around and lifted her into his arms, taking her over to his king sized bed. He laid her down on her back gently and lowered himself between her legs, kissing his way down to her thighs. Her breath quickened again as he nibbled on her inner thigh, her biggest turn on. She let out a moan and grabbed a fist full of blanket. Sensing her pleasure, William sucked and nibbled at her inner thighs for a bit longer as she grinded beneathe.

He sat up onto his knees and smiled at her, “I found that quicker than I expected.” She winked at him and pulled herself back a bit so that she could sit up on her elbows and watch while he pulled his briefs down. The hidden surprise was far more surprising than she expected. As he pulled his briefs off of his hard cock and threw them onto the floor, Shelby’s eyes widened in delight. “Well, I am Italian…” He smiled, “Are you really that surprised?”

Shelby giggled excitedly as she watched the huge muscle bounce while William leaned forward to remove her panties. He threw her pink underwear to the other side of the room and grabbed her calves, pulling her down violently so that she was once again on her back. She gasped and giggled at how sexy this was to her. William lowered his head between her legs and gave her thigh one last bite before taking his tongue to her clit. He sent her body writhing and her breath short as he licked all around her pussy. She grabbed at the blankets with one hand and pulled his hair with the other, wanting him to push her further. She felt her body reach a climax she had never felt before. As if he had sensed this, William quickened his pace and held her hips firmly down. She squirmed with the delight in her body and felt every muscle suddenly lock up and William stopped. Shelby couldn’t relax her muscles as the pleasure coursed through her body and sent her into shivers. William walked his way up to eye level and smiled down at her. Her body began to relax and she was able to gasp out that, “I’ve never… experienced… that… before…”

William brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead, “That’s called an orgasm, baby.” Almost as if on cue, the word ‘baby’ sent another shiver through her spine before she relaxed. She sighed in pleasure and smiled at him. “You tasted so good, I couldn’t stop.” Shelby reached up and covered her face, she could feel herself turning red. “Don’t cover your beauty, doll, I’m enjoying it.” She bit her lip and slowly removed her hands. “Have you recovered?”

She shook her head yes, still feeling the after effects.

“Good,” he smirked, “Because if you thought my tongue was good…” At this, he slid himself inside her. Just the insertion felt so wonderful that she let out a loud moan. “…You’ll like my dick.” he finished. Pleased with his affect, William remained still for a moment until she calmed down and kissed her slowly and passionately. As he made his way to kiss her neck, he began to slowly pulse inside her. Every thrust sent her moaning and scratching at his back.

“Can you speak?” He jokingly asked her.

She laughed at his question, “Hardly. Please keep going…” Her hips were uncontrollably grinding against him and he smiled at her letting her know he could feel it.

“You feel so good,” He looked into her eyes, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.” Then he started again. She bit her lips and writhed beneath him, eyes rolling back. Every nail scratch, every lip bite, every wiggle made him even more crazy with lust for her. She was tight around him and it felt so good he even started to moan. He was still at such a slow pace, he was worried that if he quickened he wouldn’t be able to control himself. It didn’t matter though, Shelby was in such bodily pleasure that she hardly noticed the pace. She grabbed at his back and dug her nails into his skin. She had no control over her body and was glad he was the one on top. When he kissed her, it just turned her on even more. She craved his lips when he would pull away for a breath. He felt so good and she never wanted him to stop. She wrapped her legs around him just as he thrusted and she squeezed as hard as she could. William let out a deep growl and she was happy with herself for getting such a reaction.

He slowed down a bit and looked into her eyes again, entrancing her as he moved in and out, in and out, in and out. They were moving as one with every thrust, every breath, every grope. She could feel that tingle again, starting at her toes. She curled them uncontrollably and felt her legs tighten around his body again. Her back arched and her head went back, everything felt so good from limb to limb. Another wave shot through her and she heard William start muttering “oh shit, oh, oh shit”. She held her breath as another wave of pleasure passed through her and she arched more. She felt William’s hand slip behind her back and pull her up to his chest as he sat up and wrapped her legs around him. Doing this caused him to slip deeper and they moaned together as her muscles tightened again and she dug her nails into his back. Another wave shot through her body and she was overcome with pleasure. She thought she was worn out when one more thrust from him made her scream and start shaking as her body tingled everywhere, she heard William grunt and pull out. She felt him drip across her leg while her body continued to shake and she tried to catch her breath.

William wiped her leg with the blanket and ran his hand across her vagina, wiping her juices down her leg. “You tightened up so much when you orgasmed the first time, I thought I wasn’t going to be able to stay in much longer. But you were enjoying it so much, I wanted to keep going. You felt so good. I felt you arch at least five times..” He was massaging her hip bone.

“I, uhm…” She could barely get the words out, her body was still shaking and everything still felt so good. “I think…. it was… more… than that.”

William pulled himself up beside her, “I don’t think I’ve felt anything like that before. You felt so good and you looked like you were enjoying it too, haha.”

Shelby’s body had relaxed and she turned to look at him, “You have no idea, haha.”

“I think Dick Grayson could tell you otherwise!”

“You seriously named your penis after a superhero sidekick?” She laughed.

“Haha, no I just give it random names and that one came to mind. Seemed suitable to the moment.”

“I was enjoying the nerdy moment you had going on and was going to give you creativity points, but since that isn’t the actual name…” She teased.

“I mean… I could get his name changed, I suppose.” William smiled at her as she laughed flirtily with him. It made him feel good that he could make her laugh. “Come here, baby.” He said as he pulled her into a cuddling position with her back to him. He wrapped his arm around her and played with her fingers as he put his nose into the back of her neck.

His warmth felt so good on her back and made her so comfortable in his presence. “I really like you.” he whispered into her ear.

“I like you, too.” She said, squeezing his hand.

“No, I mean, I really like you.”

Shelby turned to look at him, wondering what exactly he meant. “Admittedly, at first, I was just trying to get you to have sex with me.” Shelby scoffed and rolled her eyes at him, “But, when you kept withholding what I wanted from me and I really got to know you, I found that I enjoyed talking to you. It got to the point where I cared less and less about pictures and I wanted more and more to know you. I started to really enjoy you and your personality, humor, and intelligence. I felt like every time I talked to you, I was just so consumed with you that I forgot we weren’t even in the same room, just texting.”

Shelby stared at him as her chest seemed to squeeze with butterflies. “I, uhm…” William kissed her passionately on the lips before she could finish. She looked at him again as he pulled away and she smiled.

“I want you to be mine…” He said, not an ounce of joke in his expression. “I want you to be my girl. I would have been happy seeing you today even if I didn’t get to kiss you or hold your hand.”

Shelby looked away as she began to blush. “I feel the same.” She said.

“What?”

She turned to look at him again. “I tried not to show that I had a crush on you because I didn’t want to get hurt in the end when I found out all you really did want was just sex. But, I’ve been feeling the same way…”

“I thought you were just playing hard to get, haha.”

“That, too.” She smiled up at him.

“So, what do you say? Will you… Will you be my girl?” He squeezed her hand as he waited for a response.

Shelby bit her lip and shook her head yes. “Mhmm, I would love to be.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

William started to wiggle and dance making Shelby laugh. He fist pumped the air and then kissed her again, pulling her even closer than before. “This would have been really awkward if you would have said no.” He joked.

“How could I say no?” She laughed, “You’re so adorable.”

“Glad you told me that means you think I am sexy because I’d feel like I was a puppy.” He laughed.

“I wouldn’t have sex with a puppy, you perve, haha!”

William tickled her side and made her squeal as he barked and licked her face. When she tried to get up, he pulled her back down and close to him. William buried his face into the back of her neck, again, and Shelby smiled feeling her body relax in exhaustion and happiness. For such a slow pace, he had worn her out. They fell asleep peacefully and when she began to get chilled and shiver, William wrapped her up in the blanket and pulled her even more  into him. He continued to hold her hand, not wanting to let go of her. She was a prize to him, something he wanted since the day he first talked to her and although intitially it was just for sex, once he realized she was so much more, he never stopped thinking about her. He wanted her to be with him forever. He listened to her breath deeply for a while before he too fell asleep.

Shelby woke to a guitar playing and turned to look at the end of the bed where William was sitting, naked and playing. He was smiling at her as if he was waiting for her to waken and then began to sing. She had never heard the song before but his voice was wonderful and gave her chills. She stared at his fingers as they moved up and down the neck of the guitar. She became entranced by his voice and his smile. Just watching him sent butterflies through her. He looked up one more time and was staring at her while playing what seemed like the end of the song. Shelby bit her lip, brought her hand up in front of her face, and beckoned him with her finger. William set the guitar down and came crawling over the covers towards her, grabbing her hand and kissing it. 

He leaned down and kissed her slowly and passionately. Shelby was ready for another round, though, after hearing him sing. So, she bit his collar bone and pulled back and smiled at him. William smirked down at her and yanked the covers from her body, slipping between her legs in almost a single motion. Shelby giggled at the thought of having him inside her again and rubbed her leg up and down the side of his body. But, William had other plans. 

William began to kiss her ear and neck while he used his hand to feel her curves. After a little while, he began to kiss her collar bones and shoulders. Now caressing her breasts with his hand. Shelby felt her body get more and more heated as she waited for him to go to another section. William pulled himself down to her breasts and began to nibble and suck on them while his hand played with her hip bone. Then, ever so slowly and softly, he drug his lips down her torso while massaging at her thigh. He began to bite the inside of her thigh, where he knew she would be driven crazy and she began to moan beneath him, squeezing his arms. William could feel her getting more and more excited so he began to slowly lick her clit and finger her, making her grab and pull at his hair. Her moans were turning him on so much, he couldn’t take it anymore. He jumped up, and as he slid his way back up to eye level with her, he managed to slide himself inside her simultaneously, causing her to reel her head back with a gasp. 

He enjoyed the slowness earlier but she had gotten him harder than he had ever been and he wanted to go full force. William began to use all he had to pound her, sending not moans but screams from Shelby as she scratched at his back and grabbed at the head board. He was almost worried he was hurting her but when she began to pull at his hips towards herself, he knew she was really liking it. He watched as she reached orgasm again and dug her nails into his back, only turning him on more. He stopped and watched her as her body convulsed with pleasure beneath him and he smiled at how good he was making her feel.

Shelby’s breath began to slow and she smiled at him. William saw a look come across her face that let him know she wasn’t done yet and just as the signal had triggered, Shelby pushed him over onto his back and climbed on top. She bit at his lips and grabbed his hair as she slid him back inside her. She began to rock back and forth slowly, then a little bit faster, then faster until the head board was banging against the wall. She could hear William start to grunt and moan and she sat straight up and began to bounce up and down on him. Her breasts bounced and William was turned on even more just by the site of them. He held onto her hips while she grinded against him. William could feel himself start to climax but he didn’t want her to stop. He held it back for as long as he could as she continued to bounce up and down on him but he couldn’t do it forever. So, he tossed her back onto her back just as he began to cum. He knew she was still wanting more so he slid back down and put his face between her legs, licking her juices and sucking on her clit as roughly as he could. 

Shelby’s back arched and she held her breath. William was hoping for another orgasm and he got it. She grabbed fist fulls of the pillows and he continued to tongue her vagina. He realized she hadn’t taken a breath yet and stopped to look up at her. She had covered her mouth with her hand was taking short breaths as if she was trying not to scream. William smiled and climbed back up next to her on the bed, brushing her hair from her face and drawing a line down her torso until she calmed back down.

“My vagina has taken quite the beating.” She gasped out.

William laughed and rubbed her crotch, “I don’t hear any complaints.”

She giggled and rolled over to face him. William wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as he kissed her. She fell asleep in his arms again and he waited until she was breathing deep before he fell back asleep, too. They both silently agreed, this meeting was not a mistake…

The Scientist and the Artist

Something was missing in his life and maybe she was what he needed to complete it. He already had done everything else he wanted to do in his short 26 years. He had plenty of entertaining stories, knowledge to back them up, and character to keep a room engrossed. But, there was always that one thing he never experienced, that out of everything else, he wanted more than anything. He wanted a girl to be by his side through his adventures. To entertain him. And maybe, that girl was her.

She couldn't give you the first three digits of pi, probably doesn't know the capital of the last country he back packed across, or could hold an intelligent conversation over politics. But, this girl was a light. Where she lacked in skills, she was amazing in others. Maybe that's what it was. The other girls were so boring because they saw the same things he saw, they thought the same way he did. But not her, not this one, she wore glasses of a different nature. She saw beauty where he saw math. She saw imagination where he saw science. She danced when she walked as he counted his steps beside her.

Where they were opposite is where they connected the most. She's the biggest adventure he's ever laid eyes on and he wanted to explore. She was new and different and there was so much behind such a simple being that he was intrigued never bored when he was around her. She fascinated him, just as he fascinated her. They were from different worlds, meeting in the middle and it was their dreams come true. To bring logic and creativity together in matching harmony. She was his puzzle piece. The missing center that always left him incomplete and he found her. She had been hidden in the room next door, under a flower petal. Lost for only a short time. She was his next adventure and his last. She needed someone who would take care of her, to treat her like she was special and that was him. He was her moon and she was his sun. He was her rock and she his light.

One smile was all it took for him to make up his mind, to see her. All she ever wanted was to be seen. Her smile had been the key he needed to open her up and he did. Three days and she was all he could see ahead of him. Three days and she had changed his life. Three days and he knew she was all he wanted.

Sandman

“I can’t sleep again.” She said as she rubbed her eyes. Miah reached her arms up into the air and yawned as she stretched. “If only this tired would be enough for me to drift off.” She looked around the dark room. Not that she could see much other than the lights coming off of her radio and fan. She placed her hand on her best canine friend as she hunched over waiting for sleep to take over.

Her phone vibrated. “That didn’t take long.” Miah mumbled to herself. It was him again. He always knew when she was awake. He always knew when to text her. Always by night, rarely by day. He was a sort of anonymous friend. She knew him personally of course, but it was one of those relationships where they could connect in the dead of night and it was perfectly okay. No one else was around, just them. As if they were normal to sit in the dark and converse so intimately. Not something you would expect to catch these two doing.

Awake? The incoming text was bright on her eyes.

Yeah, can’t sleep again. She laid back down on her back and placed the phone on her chest. A couple seconds later it vibrated again. He was always quick to text back.

What’s wrong this time? 

Just can’t sleep. Too many thoughts in my head.

He was the only that made her feel seen these days. But at the same time, she would be bothered to talk to him. He had a crude sense of humor and as much as she liked him, it was tough to want to talk to him when every subject seemed to turn into sex. Of course, it didn’t help that when they were each at their loneliest, they had had sex. When she wanted to feel seen, he had seen her in multiple ways. Several occasions her night friend would stay the night with her when she was lonely. It was a bit of a routine. 

They used to have sex. But he moved. So now he was her go to guy when she couldn’t sleep. When she needed to be seen. When she was feeling down, he was somehow there. The relationship was imperfect, flawed, impractical but it worked. 

Congratulations on your B in math. You deserve an award.

Thanks, but it was only intermediary. 

Still though, you did well in something you aren’t great at. You should be proud.

There he went again. He somehow knew what to say to her. To make her feel special. Seen. Heard. 

Thanks. I suppose it was a pretty big accomplishment.

I have a big accomplishment.

She rolled her eyes. It never took too long before the sex comments started up. She dealt with them in her own way, though. 

And its been mission accomplished.

She smiled at herself. It was cheesy and a bit weak, but maybe enough to get him to laugh a bit. Though they had separate senses of humor.

Going to bed soon?

Trying. Fingers crossed.

Text me until you fall asleep?

Sounds good.

Usually about this time, she would already be getting tired. Something about him always put her at ease. It was like he was her own personal sandman. She heard her phone vibrate again, but she could feel herself finally drifting away so she didn’t reach for her phone. And she finally fell asleep.