It cuts deep,
Slicing away ribbons of self.
It runs deep,
In the marrow of my bones.
There is no part of me that is mine.
I give it all to you just to feel alive.
There is nothing of you that is mine,
But I feel each part of you like a phantom limb.
I'm ground beneath the mill,
As meal for another day.
I grind away at my worth,
To give joy to others.
If ever you come to me I fear there will be nothing left but tatters of a man best forgotten.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Craving and Cruelty
There is no way to let go when all my heart and soul holds you. I've wrapped my being around yours, a shield against all ills, the walls of our pocket dimension. It's all a ruse to keep you here with me, in me, a part of me kept all to myself. My selfishness knows no bounds nor to the lengths I will stretch to bind you to me. Love makes me cruel in my craving for your everything. Longing for us, belonging to nothing and nowhere without you.
I dream of a giant tree in the center of the wood where we can be and see, feel and believe that all this has not be in vain; a place for my silver goddess who wrought my return to something resembling humanity.
I dream of a giant tree in the center of the wood where we can be and see, feel and believe that all this has not be in vain; a place for my silver goddess who wrought my return to something resembling humanity.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Quick update and erotica sample
Over the last couple weeks I've been hard at work marketing for a friend's book cover design business, of which I own a partial stake. If you follow me on Twitter you've likely seen me ranting about bad indie covers. bleh
BUT I've also been working on two writing projects. One I mentioned last time, which is a Fantasy Romance novel that really doesn't mind to get down and dirty when the timing is right in the story. So, it's not erotica per se but I hope to make some seats wet or pants tight, depending on my audience. The other is pretty raw erotica but nestled firmly in a supernatural horror story. I worked on both yesterday and both had me pretty turned on so I hope they are as enjoyable for others to read.
I decided to give a little taste here on the blog. This first story is called Tainted Lust.
The music thrummed through everything in the night club, some pop remix that made Clara wonder what really was the difference between techno and dubstep.
“What a bastard,” said Clara. “Trust me, and I speak from experience honey, there are no men worth even an ounce of your tears.”
“She’s right,” said Neil. “We’re all shit.”
Tiffany smiled and even chuckled a bit at that.
“You are,” she said. “All of you, shit.” She laughed again.
“There. See? You are so pretty when you smile. Isn’t she pretty, Neil?”
The other didn’t reply until Clara elbowed him sharply.
“What? Oh yes, she’s fucking gorgeous. I was so entranced I forgot my own name,” said Neil.
Clara cast him a sharp sideways glance, then reached across the table and put her hands on top of Tiffany’s on the table. They were so warm and soft. Just touching her sent chills through her own body.
She likes to play innocent. She likes to be told what to do and how to do it and when her will seems completely broken, she’ll switch. She is a switch. A bottom for the intro, and one hell of a top to finish.
When Tiffany didn’t pull away Clara took this as a good sign.
“Neil, why don’t you get our beautiful friend another drink?”
Neil stood next to the table. “And would you like anything, my love?”
“I’m working on it,” she said with her most devilish smile.
Even after all these years, it was hard for her not to watch him go. He was tall, with dark, well trimmed hair, broad shoulders, and beneath his clothes, rippling muscles that could make any woman’s mouth water, as well as some men, and even other things.
“You’re both very sweet,” said Tiffany. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
“Now don’t dive back into the misery, sweetie,” said Clara, getting up to move around the table to slide in next to the young blonde woman. She felt their hips press together. She put her arm around Tifanny and pulled her head to the nape of her neck. Tiffany’s cheek rested against her collarbone with only a thin strap of material between them. The girl would be able to see her cleavage clearly, her perfume intoxicating her.
Clara slid her hand slowly up and down Tiffany’s side taking a moment to dance her fingertips over the girl’s ribs before sliding down past the edge of her tank top to silky skin just above the jut of her hip.
Not ticklish, she thought.
“You have to realize that there are few people in this world that really matter in the whole of your life. Right now, Derrick is the most important thing in the world, but he’s just a bright flash that has burned your vision and will fade soon enough.”
Clara caressed small circles on Tiffany’s stomach, each growing a little wider, a little bolder.
“There is a very good way to forget about a man, darling.”
Tiffany started to raise her head, but then stopped herself and nestled back into Clara’s neck, nuzzling her softly. She was sure the young woman’s lips even grazed her collarbone. It set her skin on fire and sent electric surges through her body that all seemed to coalless between her thighs.
Clara’s fingers brushed Tiffany’s naval and she could feel the young woman’s breath catch in her throat. She fondled the simple stud that transfixed her flesh.
“You just have to stop thinking,” Clara whispered into her ear. She moved the hair from around the girl’s ear with her opposite hand and then breathed long, slow, and hot into Tiffany’s ear, letting the throaty sound draw out. And then she slid her business hand downward, over the girl’s skin tight yoga pants. Her middle finger led the charge, following the contours of Tiffany’s flesh, to the cleft between her thighs.
The girl stiffened. Were she the type to pull away, it would be now, but Clara knew her better than that. To prove her power of the other woman, Clara took the lobe of Tiffany’s ear between her teeth, not biting hard, but enough to show that she was claiming this flesh for her own. She released a small amount of the pressure and let her tongue tease the too perfect skin of her prey’s ear.
“I can make you feel things no one else ever dreamed possible.”
Her middle finger began to rub in tiny circles over Tiffany’s clit. Though she couldn’t feel the girl’s bud through the material, the movement of her hips proved Clara’s sense of touch very accurate. Clara then slid her finger down the young woman’s slit and pushed, letting her finger pulse there as if trying to gain entrance. It was seconds before she was rewarded with a hot wetness through the fabric of Tiffany’s tights.
“Another Manhattan,” said Neil setting the drink in front of them. “And a Bloody Mary for my Valentine.”
Tiffany sat up quickly and pull away from Clara enough to force her hand back to the girl’s waist. Clara did not let go. She was staring up at Neil who just stood there with the most devilishly handsome grin she’d ever seen.
“Welcome back, my love.”
He didn’t respond.
Her eyes moved down his body to the bulge that was still growing in his pants.
“See, sweetie,” Clara said to Tiffany. “You are the most alluring thing in this room. I see it. Neil sees it. And look,” she said as she reached out to caress her lover’s cock through his jeans, “this monster right here sees it.”
“Oh,” was all Tiffany could manage.
“Sit down, honey, before you bust your zipper.”
Neil sat but smiled across the table at the two women.
“It’s fine. I’m not shy.”
Clara slid closer to her prey again, this time, slipping her hand beneath the girl’s waist band, down and down and under the edge of her panties. Clara stiffened again but still did not pull away.
“Let go, sweetie. Let go of Derrick. Let go of fear and doubt. Stop thinking and start feeling,” she said as she retraced the steps to the girl’s now uncovered and unsheathed clit. “Let me help you.”
With those words she pressed down on Tiffany’s clit, hard at first causing her to jump, then lightly, making those same tiny circles. Tiffany opened her mouth to gasp, but Clara moved in and captured her mouth with her own, her tongue swirling and lashing about like the tail of a rattle snake. The feel of the young woman’s moans inside her own mouth made Clara squeeze her own thighs tightly together relishing the ache she already felt.
BUT I've also been working on two writing projects. One I mentioned last time, which is a Fantasy Romance novel that really doesn't mind to get down and dirty when the timing is right in the story. So, it's not erotica per se but I hope to make some seats wet or pants tight, depending on my audience. The other is pretty raw erotica but nestled firmly in a supernatural horror story. I worked on both yesterday and both had me pretty turned on so I hope they are as enjoyable for others to read.
I decided to give a little taste here on the blog. This first story is called Tainted Lust.
Tears and mascara stained her otherwise perfect face. Tiffany looked up at Clara and Neil where they sat across the table from her, her eyes a blue gray, round and innocent. A spiral curled, blonde lock lay over one eye in a way that made Clara want to move it gently away… with her teeth.
The music thrummed through everything in the night club, some pop remix that made Clara wonder what really was the difference between techno and dubstep.
“What a bastard,” said Clara. “Trust me, and I speak from experience honey, there are no men worth even an ounce of your tears.”
“She’s right,” said Neil. “We’re all shit.”
Tiffany smiled and even chuckled a bit at that.
“You are,” she said. “All of you, shit.” She laughed again.
“There. See? You are so pretty when you smile. Isn’t she pretty, Neil?”
The other didn’t reply until Clara elbowed him sharply.
“What? Oh yes, she’s fucking gorgeous. I was so entranced I forgot my own name,” said Neil.
Clara cast him a sharp sideways glance, then reached across the table and put her hands on top of Tiffany’s on the table. They were so warm and soft. Just touching her sent chills through her own body.
She likes to play innocent. She likes to be told what to do and how to do it and when her will seems completely broken, she’ll switch. She is a switch. A bottom for the intro, and one hell of a top to finish.
When Tiffany didn’t pull away Clara took this as a good sign.
“Neil, why don’t you get our beautiful friend another drink?”
Neil stood next to the table. “And would you like anything, my love?”
“I’m working on it,” she said with her most devilish smile.
Even after all these years, it was hard for her not to watch him go. He was tall, with dark, well trimmed hair, broad shoulders, and beneath his clothes, rippling muscles that could make any woman’s mouth water, as well as some men, and even other things.
“You’re both very sweet,” said Tiffany. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
“Now don’t dive back into the misery, sweetie,” said Clara, getting up to move around the table to slide in next to the young blonde woman. She felt their hips press together. She put her arm around Tifanny and pulled her head to the nape of her neck. Tiffany’s cheek rested against her collarbone with only a thin strap of material between them. The girl would be able to see her cleavage clearly, her perfume intoxicating her.
Clara slid her hand slowly up and down Tiffany’s side taking a moment to dance her fingertips over the girl’s ribs before sliding down past the edge of her tank top to silky skin just above the jut of her hip.
Not ticklish, she thought.
“You have to realize that there are few people in this world that really matter in the whole of your life. Right now, Derrick is the most important thing in the world, but he’s just a bright flash that has burned your vision and will fade soon enough.”
Clara caressed small circles on Tiffany’s stomach, each growing a little wider, a little bolder.
“There is a very good way to forget about a man, darling.”
Tiffany started to raise her head, but then stopped herself and nestled back into Clara’s neck, nuzzling her softly. She was sure the young woman’s lips even grazed her collarbone. It set her skin on fire and sent electric surges through her body that all seemed to coalless between her thighs.
Clara’s fingers brushed Tiffany’s naval and she could feel the young woman’s breath catch in her throat. She fondled the simple stud that transfixed her flesh.
“You just have to stop thinking,” Clara whispered into her ear. She moved the hair from around the girl’s ear with her opposite hand and then breathed long, slow, and hot into Tiffany’s ear, letting the throaty sound draw out. And then she slid her business hand downward, over the girl’s skin tight yoga pants. Her middle finger led the charge, following the contours of Tiffany’s flesh, to the cleft between her thighs.
The girl stiffened. Were she the type to pull away, it would be now, but Clara knew her better than that. To prove her power of the other woman, Clara took the lobe of Tiffany’s ear between her teeth, not biting hard, but enough to show that she was claiming this flesh for her own. She released a small amount of the pressure and let her tongue tease the too perfect skin of her prey’s ear.
“I can make you feel things no one else ever dreamed possible.”
Her middle finger began to rub in tiny circles over Tiffany’s clit. Though she couldn’t feel the girl’s bud through the material, the movement of her hips proved Clara’s sense of touch very accurate. Clara then slid her finger down the young woman’s slit and pushed, letting her finger pulse there as if trying to gain entrance. It was seconds before she was rewarded with a hot wetness through the fabric of Tiffany’s tights.
“Another Manhattan,” said Neil setting the drink in front of them. “And a Bloody Mary for my Valentine.”
Tiffany sat up quickly and pull away from Clara enough to force her hand back to the girl’s waist. Clara did not let go. She was staring up at Neil who just stood there with the most devilishly handsome grin she’d ever seen.
“Welcome back, my love.”
He didn’t respond.
Her eyes moved down his body to the bulge that was still growing in his pants.
“See, sweetie,” Clara said to Tiffany. “You are the most alluring thing in this room. I see it. Neil sees it. And look,” she said as she reached out to caress her lover’s cock through his jeans, “this monster right here sees it.”
“Oh,” was all Tiffany could manage.
“Sit down, honey, before you bust your zipper.”
Neil sat but smiled across the table at the two women.
“It’s fine. I’m not shy.”
Clara slid closer to her prey again, this time, slipping her hand beneath the girl’s waist band, down and down and under the edge of her panties. Clara stiffened again but still did not pull away.
“Let go, sweetie. Let go of Derrick. Let go of fear and doubt. Stop thinking and start feeling,” she said as she retraced the steps to the girl’s now uncovered and unsheathed clit. “Let me help you.”
With those words she pressed down on Tiffany’s clit, hard at first causing her to jump, then lightly, making those same tiny circles. Tiffany opened her mouth to gasp, but Clara moved in and captured her mouth with her own, her tongue swirling and lashing about like the tail of a rattle snake. The feel of the young woman’s moans inside her own mouth made Clara squeeze her own thighs tightly together relishing the ache she already felt.
Listening to
Friday, February 5, 2016
Patience
Is it patience to wait for something that will never come?
Or is this faith, loyalty, truth?
A wiser man might say that it is
The height of foolishness.
It is not my desire to sit and waste away
Nor my intent.
But my heart is stuck
And my soul is worn too thin.
The world can change around us
The moon sails past rolling through its phases.
And we remain standing still
Watching the moon and waiting
For the universe to shift.
Or is this faith, loyalty, truth?
A wiser man might say that it is
The height of foolishness.
It is not my desire to sit and waste away
Nor my intent.
But my heart is stuck
And my soul is worn too thin.
The world can change around us
The moon sails past rolling through its phases.
And we remain standing still
Watching the moon and waiting
For the universe to shift.
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