I smile much more than I used to
I think it's because of you
Being me is definitely easier to do
I think you did that too
It's awesome how open I can be
I can tell you whatever's bothering me
Not once have you turned me away
You always have something smart and positive to say
It means a lot to me that you're always there
And that I can cuddle up to you without a care
Your simple words and gentle treasing makes my heart soar
Plus you don't seem to mind that I'm such a bore
I don't have a whole lot of stuff to write
Just thought I'd let you know (again) that you're alright
And I hope a reason never arises for all this to end
Because I really am very glad to have you as a friend.
31 July, 2011
29 July, 2011
A Thief in the Night
I can't believe I'm going to do this.
My hand stayed frozen on the door knob, my heart pounding in my chest as I stood in the hall in nothing but my boxers. I couldn't understand why I was nervous. I'd chosen the perfect night. NEPA had cooperated for once, and ensured the entire house was in complete darkness, hiding me. The storm outside threatened to uproot the house from it's foundation, but the howling wind and deafening thunder masked any sounds I might make, so I was good.. Sure, a part of me was tugging at me, telling me to back away and go back to my room, but I knew opportunities this good were few and far apart and I had passed the desperate mark a very long time ago. I told myself it was her fault over and again. I wouldn't be here if she'd just given it to me when I asked. I was already downstairs anyway. No turning back now.
My heart still pounding, I turned the knob and pushed the door open just as another crack of thunder shook the house. A gust of cold wind hit my face as I entered the room and shut the door behind me. She had the windows open, and the room was chilly. Some light from the neighbors' houses filtered into the room, giving it some lighting. Not enough to expose me though. It was all mostly concentrated on her bed, which was by the window. I set about my mission, not wanting to waste anytime.
I knew she kept it behind the bed, between the headboard and the wall, so I made a beeline there. Get in, get out. I repeated the mantra like a broken record in my head.. I got to the bed, and squatted next to it so I could reach behind. It only took a few seconds of groping around before I felt the leather against my fingertips. Smiling to myself, I pulled it out of its hiding place. I slipped my hand into the bag and rummaged around blindly until I found the object of my desire. I pulled out her wallet and opened it. I already knew the contents - several thousand naira notes - so, I just counted and helped myself to the amount I wanted. I'm a very reasonable person. Why take more than was needed?
I had returned the bag to it's position behind the bed, and was ready to leave when I had the sudden urge to gloat to my sleeping cousin. That would teach her to be greedy with money. I turned to stick my tongue out at her as lightening lit up the room. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. She lay naked on the bed, save for a wrapper that was strewn lazily across her feet, face up, breasts and private region exposed. My eyes were transfixed on her body, and my legs directed themselves toward the cause of this mental focus. I stood over the bed, admiring her curves, and the fullness of her breasts. Honestly, that was all I was going to do. Until I noticed her right hand was between her thighs, just below her clean-shaved mound.
I was instantly hard. At that point, I think I lost all control of my body's motor functions. I spread her legs apart gently and knelt between them, moving her hand so I examine the exposed flesh between her thighs. Stroking her clit with a finger and glanced up to her face, waiting for a reaction. About a minute of stroking, and no reaction was forthcoming, but the juices that began coating the flesh sent me n entirely different message. This excited me to no end. I could feel my rod throbbing between my legs, threatening to rip a hole through my shorts. I slipped a finger into her treasure pot to get a feel of it, and her hip rose to meet my finger. I thought she'd woken up, but on checking I saw her eyes were still closed. So, I slipped another finger in and began to slide in and out slowly. Her hips rose and fell to match the rhythm of my fingers.
I couldn't take it anymore. If her subconscious was enjoying having a swell time, why shouldn't I as well? Without stopping what I was already doing with my fingers, I slid my shaft out of its prison and brought it up to her entrance. I slid my fingers out and pushed in simultaneously. I could've sworn she'd woken up then, because her back rose up off the bed, so I paused for a couple of seconds. She lay completely still. It was so wet and warm and tight inside of her, I couldn't really bear to wait anymore. I lifted her legs, wrapped them around my knees and began to thrust into her. I closed my eyes and lost my mind to the pleasure, but I could swear I heard her moaning at intervals. My hands reached up to fondle the mounds of flesh on her chest. Her hips started moving again, and I thought I felt her legs tighten around me, but I couldn't really be bothered with such details at that point. I held back a grunt as one final, deep thrust sent me over the edge. I felt her walls twitch and tighten around my rod as I poured into her.
The next morning at breakfast, I was positively joyful. My night had been amazing. I'd accomplished my mission, and gotten an added bonus, and no one was any the wiser. It didn't even seem like my cousin had noticed her money was missing. It was saturday, and the whole family was seated at the table, food, jokes and laughter all around. I had to drop my cousin off at the salon, and I had no reason to dread an uncomfortable ride. Imagine my surprise when we pulled up at our destination and she turned to me and said "Wale, thanks for last night. But please don't finish all that money. I kinda need it.". And then she got out, a smile on her face, leaving me awestruck in the car, my mouth open for all the flies in Africa to inhabit.
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Hey. So, I wrote this post because I had received some very threatening IMs and DMs from certain people who shall remain nameless. Please forgive all typos. I'm really very sleepy.
Err.... Okay. That's all. Happy friday, lovies. *kisses*
My hand stayed frozen on the door knob, my heart pounding in my chest as I stood in the hall in nothing but my boxers. I couldn't understand why I was nervous. I'd chosen the perfect night. NEPA had cooperated for once, and ensured the entire house was in complete darkness, hiding me. The storm outside threatened to uproot the house from it's foundation, but the howling wind and deafening thunder masked any sounds I might make, so I was good.. Sure, a part of me was tugging at me, telling me to back away and go back to my room, but I knew opportunities this good were few and far apart and I had passed the desperate mark a very long time ago. I told myself it was her fault over and again. I wouldn't be here if she'd just given it to me when I asked. I was already downstairs anyway. No turning back now.
My heart still pounding, I turned the knob and pushed the door open just as another crack of thunder shook the house. A gust of cold wind hit my face as I entered the room and shut the door behind me. She had the windows open, and the room was chilly. Some light from the neighbors' houses filtered into the room, giving it some lighting. Not enough to expose me though. It was all mostly concentrated on her bed, which was by the window. I set about my mission, not wanting to waste anytime.
I knew she kept it behind the bed, between the headboard and the wall, so I made a beeline there. Get in, get out. I repeated the mantra like a broken record in my head.. I got to the bed, and squatted next to it so I could reach behind. It only took a few seconds of groping around before I felt the leather against my fingertips. Smiling to myself, I pulled it out of its hiding place. I slipped my hand into the bag and rummaged around blindly until I found the object of my desire. I pulled out her wallet and opened it. I already knew the contents - several thousand naira notes - so, I just counted and helped myself to the amount I wanted. I'm a very reasonable person. Why take more than was needed?
I had returned the bag to it's position behind the bed, and was ready to leave when I had the sudden urge to gloat to my sleeping cousin. That would teach her to be greedy with money. I turned to stick my tongue out at her as lightening lit up the room. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. She lay naked on the bed, save for a wrapper that was strewn lazily across her feet, face up, breasts and private region exposed. My eyes were transfixed on her body, and my legs directed themselves toward the cause of this mental focus. I stood over the bed, admiring her curves, and the fullness of her breasts. Honestly, that was all I was going to do. Until I noticed her right hand was between her thighs, just below her clean-shaved mound.
I was instantly hard. At that point, I think I lost all control of my body's motor functions. I spread her legs apart gently and knelt between them, moving her hand so I examine the exposed flesh between her thighs. Stroking her clit with a finger and glanced up to her face, waiting for a reaction. About a minute of stroking, and no reaction was forthcoming, but the juices that began coating the flesh sent me n entirely different message. This excited me to no end. I could feel my rod throbbing between my legs, threatening to rip a hole through my shorts. I slipped a finger into her treasure pot to get a feel of it, and her hip rose to meet my finger. I thought she'd woken up, but on checking I saw her eyes were still closed. So, I slipped another finger in and began to slide in and out slowly. Her hips rose and fell to match the rhythm of my fingers.
I couldn't take it anymore. If her subconscious was enjoying having a swell time, why shouldn't I as well? Without stopping what I was already doing with my fingers, I slid my shaft out of its prison and brought it up to her entrance. I slid my fingers out and pushed in simultaneously. I could've sworn she'd woken up then, because her back rose up off the bed, so I paused for a couple of seconds. She lay completely still. It was so wet and warm and tight inside of her, I couldn't really bear to wait anymore. I lifted her legs, wrapped them around my knees and began to thrust into her. I closed my eyes and lost my mind to the pleasure, but I could swear I heard her moaning at intervals. My hands reached up to fondle the mounds of flesh on her chest. Her hips started moving again, and I thought I felt her legs tighten around me, but I couldn't really be bothered with such details at that point. I held back a grunt as one final, deep thrust sent me over the edge. I felt her walls twitch and tighten around my rod as I poured into her.
The next morning at breakfast, I was positively joyful. My night had been amazing. I'd accomplished my mission, and gotten an added bonus, and no one was any the wiser. It didn't even seem like my cousin had noticed her money was missing. It was saturday, and the whole family was seated at the table, food, jokes and laughter all around. I had to drop my cousin off at the salon, and I had no reason to dread an uncomfortable ride. Imagine my surprise when we pulled up at our destination and she turned to me and said "Wale, thanks for last night. But please don't finish all that money. I kinda need it.". And then she got out, a smile on her face, leaving me awestruck in the car, my mouth open for all the flies in Africa to inhabit.
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Hey. So, I wrote this post because I had received some very threatening IMs and DMs from certain people who shall remain nameless. Please forgive all typos. I'm really very sleepy.
Err.... Okay. That's all. Happy friday, lovies. *kisses*
Happy
I can't stop the tears that run freely down my cheeks
I can't ignore the pain I feel when these tears take control
I wish I could give a reason for these tears
An explanation of sorts
Beneath my smiles, I hide a frown
No one knows that I am down
I wear a mask of cheer and grace
My heart aches at every embrace
My eyes will hardly hold your gaze
Lest you see past the haze
And look into my tortured soul
To be there not here
I'd my all and a little bit more
Sadly, 'there' is lost to me
Dare I fight this lost war?
I give so freely, and hardly take
Heaven forbid I'm bold enough to ask
And so, I hide in the shadows keeping wake
Hoping and wishing to be found
It's been a while now
I've grown accustomed to the dark
Yet, these tears subdue me
Remind me of what I lack
I push and push against a wall
Can't go around, and it's way too tall
I'd love to see those hideous bricks fall
Cuz then i'd know I truly have it all
I can't ignore the pain I feel when these tears take control
I wish I could give a reason for these tears
An explanation of sorts
Beneath my smiles, I hide a frown
No one knows that I am down
I wear a mask of cheer and grace
My heart aches at every embrace
My eyes will hardly hold your gaze
Lest you see past the haze
And look into my tortured soul
To be there not here
I'd my all and a little bit more
Sadly, 'there' is lost to me
Dare I fight this lost war?
I give so freely, and hardly take
Heaven forbid I'm bold enough to ask
And so, I hide in the shadows keeping wake
Hoping and wishing to be found
It's been a while now
I've grown accustomed to the dark
Yet, these tears subdue me
Remind me of what I lack
I push and push against a wall
Can't go around, and it's way too tall
I'd love to see those hideous bricks fall
Cuz then i'd know I truly have it all
27 July, 2011
Her Window
They say the eyes are a window to the soul. I’ve never really understood that. Sure, you can probably get a good guess of a person’s real emotions by looking into their eyes, but not always.
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My eyes travelled up her lean, but curvaceous, body straddling me. Damn! This chick is hot. I remember thinking the exact same thing when I saw her walk into the club earlier that night. She was a vision in a short, red, halter dress, and I’d observed her lustfully for all of thirty minutes to make sure she was alone before going over to make my move. Getting her to leave with me wasn’t a difficult task. She was bright, bubbly, and flirtatious, intriguing me with hot stories that made me grow hard where I sat. It almost seemed like she was putting the moves on me. Her smile was golden, and her eyes…they were alive with excitement, and something else I couldn’t quite place a finger on. Something deep. All I know, is that they drew me in. a couple of drinks, some playful lap dances, and we’d ended up at my studio apartment.
No, it didn’t strike me as strange when she produced handcuffs, a blindfold and a rope from her bag. All I was thinking was if any of the things she’d said to me at the club was true, I was in for one hell of an exciting time. She wasted no time getting undressed (why would she with that goddess body of hers?), and urged me to get naked as well. In fact, she helped me out of my clothes, sending mini electric shocks up and down my spine whenever her fingers brushed my skin. The room seemed to me to be moving of its own accord. I was completely lost in those eyes that kept staring into mine at intervals. I only realized I was handcuffed and bound to my bed when she’d secured the ropes holding my feet and asked “is that okay, boo?” her voice dripping sex.
There I was, a naked, wonderfully freaky, hot chick straddling my naked body, stroking my madingo. How did I get so lucky? She smiled at me, her eyes lit with a new kind of excitement. “Let’s play a game.” She said. “I’ll blindfold you, and touch you with a couple of objects. You have to guess what it is. You’ve three tries, and you get a prize for each correct guess.”
I was in love. Sex games? Hell yeah! “Sure baby.” I replied with a grin. “Whatever gets you hot.” And so, I was blindfolded. She began to caress my torso with several items – a feather, a pencil, a handkerchief, and some other stuff I couldn’t guess – and, for every item I got right, she’d take my madingo in her mouth and please me for a couple of minutes. Each time was more tantalizing than the last.
“This is the last one, boo.” Was it just me, or did her voice seem different? Darker maybe? She continued talking, her soft hands sliding slowly up and down my hard shaft. “The prize is even bigger, but you get one trial.” A bigger prize? I was throbbing at this point, and letting my madingo do all the thinking. All I could offer as a response was a moan. I regained my senses when I felt cold steel against my abdomen. She ran it up to my chest before asking “what is it, boo?”
There was no mistaking what it was, but I had to ask. “Babe, what is that?”
I felt her move up towards my face, and the blindfold was lifted. I looked up into eyes I couldn’t recognize, devoid of light and excitement. Now, they were just cold. Cold and empty. Suddenly, it dawned on me what I hadn’t been able to place a finger on earlier. The other thing that had been lingering behind the excitement in her eyes was death. “Wrong answer, boo.”
The gun came up to my head, and, before I could even offer up a plea, I heard it go off. The eyes, etched in my brain, were the last I ever saw.
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Hey. So, hope you enjoyed the story. Please let me know what you think of the writing style. I'm trying out some new stuff, so your feedback will be very much appreciated.
Have a wonderful night :)
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My eyes travelled up her lean, but curvaceous, body straddling me. Damn! This chick is hot. I remember thinking the exact same thing when I saw her walk into the club earlier that night. She was a vision in a short, red, halter dress, and I’d observed her lustfully for all of thirty minutes to make sure she was alone before going over to make my move. Getting her to leave with me wasn’t a difficult task. She was bright, bubbly, and flirtatious, intriguing me with hot stories that made me grow hard where I sat. It almost seemed like she was putting the moves on me. Her smile was golden, and her eyes…they were alive with excitement, and something else I couldn’t quite place a finger on. Something deep. All I know, is that they drew me in. a couple of drinks, some playful lap dances, and we’d ended up at my studio apartment.
No, it didn’t strike me as strange when she produced handcuffs, a blindfold and a rope from her bag. All I was thinking was if any of the things she’d said to me at the club was true, I was in for one hell of an exciting time. She wasted no time getting undressed (why would she with that goddess body of hers?), and urged me to get naked as well. In fact, she helped me out of my clothes, sending mini electric shocks up and down my spine whenever her fingers brushed my skin. The room seemed to me to be moving of its own accord. I was completely lost in those eyes that kept staring into mine at intervals. I only realized I was handcuffed and bound to my bed when she’d secured the ropes holding my feet and asked “is that okay, boo?” her voice dripping sex.
There I was, a naked, wonderfully freaky, hot chick straddling my naked body, stroking my madingo. How did I get so lucky? She smiled at me, her eyes lit with a new kind of excitement. “Let’s play a game.” She said. “I’ll blindfold you, and touch you with a couple of objects. You have to guess what it is. You’ve three tries, and you get a prize for each correct guess.”
I was in love. Sex games? Hell yeah! “Sure baby.” I replied with a grin. “Whatever gets you hot.” And so, I was blindfolded. She began to caress my torso with several items – a feather, a pencil, a handkerchief, and some other stuff I couldn’t guess – and, for every item I got right, she’d take my madingo in her mouth and please me for a couple of minutes. Each time was more tantalizing than the last.
“This is the last one, boo.” Was it just me, or did her voice seem different? Darker maybe? She continued talking, her soft hands sliding slowly up and down my hard shaft. “The prize is even bigger, but you get one trial.” A bigger prize? I was throbbing at this point, and letting my madingo do all the thinking. All I could offer as a response was a moan. I regained my senses when I felt cold steel against my abdomen. She ran it up to my chest before asking “what is it, boo?”
There was no mistaking what it was, but I had to ask. “Babe, what is that?”
I felt her move up towards my face, and the blindfold was lifted. I looked up into eyes I couldn’t recognize, devoid of light and excitement. Now, they were just cold. Cold and empty. Suddenly, it dawned on me what I hadn’t been able to place a finger on earlier. The other thing that had been lingering behind the excitement in her eyes was death. “Wrong answer, boo.”
The gun came up to my head, and, before I could even offer up a plea, I heard it go off. The eyes, etched in my brain, were the last I ever saw.
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Hey. So, hope you enjoyed the story. Please let me know what you think of the writing style. I'm trying out some new stuff, so your feedback will be very much appreciated.
Have a wonderful night :)
25 July, 2011
Don't Judge Me
I'd rather you hit me instead of hurling those hurtful words.
Calling me a disgrace or a fool won't change anything.
Because I'm neither of those things. We are neither of those things.
I'm inexperienced, yes. You may say that.
But you have no right to judge me.
You can't call me shameless for sleeping with my boyfriend.
I know all your boyfriends. Yes, even the married ones you sleep around with.. The ones you try to keep a secret.
You have no right to judge me.
You can't tell me I have no idea what I'm doing with my life.
At least I haven't repeatedly tried to kill my baby like you did. Drinking night after night, taking pill after pill. Because he didn't want her. Didn't want me.
At least both her parents want her.
You can't call me a failure. Because I know we'll be okay. That's never been a problem.
You sit there and judge me. What makes you any better?
Every kobo I've given you to use to run the house, he gave to me. He takes care of me. Of us. What do they do for you? Which one of us is being used?
I'm crying now not because I'm sad, but because I know it's only a matter of time.
Everyone fails to see the big picture in the beginning.
I'm the one you tried to kill, but look at me now. I'm the one who loves you the most, and yet you refuse to see it.
I've spent my whole life tying to please you. To make you happy.
One day, you'll take back all you've said.
You'll see. One day when she's grown. She'll be beautiful and happy, because I'll love her. Love her the way you never loved me.
Right now, I'll just be quiet and not say a word. I'll be quiet and watch you judge.
Calling me a disgrace or a fool won't change anything.
Because I'm neither of those things. We are neither of those things.
I'm inexperienced, yes. You may say that.
But you have no right to judge me.
You can't call me shameless for sleeping with my boyfriend.
I know all your boyfriends. Yes, even the married ones you sleep around with.. The ones you try to keep a secret.
You have no right to judge me.
You can't tell me I have no idea what I'm doing with my life.
At least I haven't repeatedly tried to kill my baby like you did. Drinking night after night, taking pill after pill. Because he didn't want her. Didn't want me.
At least both her parents want her.
You can't call me a failure. Because I know we'll be okay. That's never been a problem.
You sit there and judge me. What makes you any better?
Every kobo I've given you to use to run the house, he gave to me. He takes care of me. Of us. What do they do for you? Which one of us is being used?
I'm crying now not because I'm sad, but because I know it's only a matter of time.
Everyone fails to see the big picture in the beginning.
I'm the one you tried to kill, but look at me now. I'm the one who loves you the most, and yet you refuse to see it.
I've spent my whole life tying to please you. To make you happy.
One day, you'll take back all you've said.
You'll see. One day when she's grown. She'll be beautiful and happy, because I'll love her. Love her the way you never loved me.
Right now, I'll just be quiet and not say a word. I'll be quiet and watch you judge.
Daddy's Girl - I
Cold air rushed into the darkened room through the window, causing me to shiver as I lay on mat. The breeze was soothing to my aching body. It teased and tempted me, pleading with me to let it lull me, carry me, to the land of dreams. I knew I couldn't sleep yet. Not while he was still out. I had to wait for his return, or else.... The thought alone made me shudder.
I stared at my bed, reflecting on how comfortable it used to be. Hazy memories of lazy afternoons spent lying on it, reading, coloring, writing, and sleeping, danced around in my head. it was my private retreat. This whole room was. Now, all I saw when I looked around was the four walls of a prison. A torture chamber. The bed gave me no comfort. I couldn't even sit on it anymore without breaking into tears. I'd relocated to the floor, choosing to sleep on one of my mother's old rafia mats.. it wasn't exactly comfortable, but at least I could sleep. Given a choice, I wouldn't even be in the room.
I heard the compound gate open noisily. He was back. I listened to him struggle with the gate for about two minutes. He was drunk again. Of course. The sound of his feet crunching gravel and callously kicking stones and pebbles carried up to my room as he stumbled through the compound, making his way to the house. I could hear him struggling to unlock the door, even though I'd left it open, and shook my head.
After what seemed like ages, he could be heard shuffling his feet in the living room. Please, just go straight to your room. I prayed silently. That was when I heard it. A loud thud. I knew instantly that he had fallen. I knew before my name echoed through the house. "EMEMGINI!!!!!" I lay still, hoping beyond hope that he would just lay on the floor, content with screaming my name, and not come looking for me. I was not so favored.
The door to my room swung open. "Ememgini!!". I stayed quiet. He called again, as he shuffled round my room, bumping into objects. I'd made a habit out of changing my sleeping position every night., in an effort to frustrate him into going away. He started ranting as he approached the last location of my mat. "You think you will kill me in this house? Asi!!" Soon, he hit the wall and realized I wasn't there. "Where are you, ekwensu?!" I kept quiet. "Okay. I see your plan." He began to shuffle back towards me, pushing and kicking everything in his path. I closed my eyes and prayed he would leave. There was silence, and I thought he had left. Until I felt a kick to my ribs. "So, this is you?!" He shouted as I cried out in pain. "Ekwensu! So, you left water in front of my door for me to fall and break my back and die, Jhn?!" More kicks to my abdomen.
"Papa, there was no wa-"
"Sharp!!" Another kick cut me off. "Devil child! Like your mother!" I lay on the floor wheezing. "Ka m gwagi ihe!! You will not get me!! Your mother failed, and you will fail too!!" With one final kick, he hissed "Anuohia." And then left the room.
I lay on the floor, whimpering and gasping for air. Tears slowly running down my cheek. I couldn't afford to make any sound for, or he might return to inflict more damage. The cool breeze seemed to sense my need. It returned, resuming it's lulling and caressing. At least now, I could give in.
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So, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I don't have much to say. I'm extremely tired, and need to rest. Hope you liked it.
Please take a minute to look at the beauriful images I took the pains to put up. God bless.
I stared at my bed, reflecting on how comfortable it used to be. Hazy memories of lazy afternoons spent lying on it, reading, coloring, writing, and sleeping, danced around in my head. it was my private retreat. This whole room was. Now, all I saw when I looked around was the four walls of a prison. A torture chamber. The bed gave me no comfort. I couldn't even sit on it anymore without breaking into tears. I'd relocated to the floor, choosing to sleep on one of my mother's old rafia mats.. it wasn't exactly comfortable, but at least I could sleep. Given a choice, I wouldn't even be in the room.
I heard the compound gate open noisily. He was back. I listened to him struggle with the gate for about two minutes. He was drunk again. Of course. The sound of his feet crunching gravel and callously kicking stones and pebbles carried up to my room as he stumbled through the compound, making his way to the house. I could hear him struggling to unlock the door, even though I'd left it open, and shook my head.
After what seemed like ages, he could be heard shuffling his feet in the living room. Please, just go straight to your room. I prayed silently. That was when I heard it. A loud thud. I knew instantly that he had fallen. I knew before my name echoed through the house. "EMEMGINI!!!!!" I lay still, hoping beyond hope that he would just lay on the floor, content with screaming my name, and not come looking for me. I was not so favored.
The door to my room swung open. "Ememgini!!". I stayed quiet. He called again, as he shuffled round my room, bumping into objects. I'd made a habit out of changing my sleeping position every night., in an effort to frustrate him into going away. He started ranting as he approached the last location of my mat. "You think you will kill me in this house? Asi!!" Soon, he hit the wall and realized I wasn't there. "Where are you, ekwensu?!" I kept quiet. "Okay. I see your plan." He began to shuffle back towards me, pushing and kicking everything in his path. I closed my eyes and prayed he would leave. There was silence, and I thought he had left. Until I felt a kick to my ribs. "So, this is you?!" He shouted as I cried out in pain. "Ekwensu! So, you left water in front of my door for me to fall and break my back and die, Jhn?!" More kicks to my abdomen.
"Papa, there was no wa-"
"Sharp!!" Another kick cut me off. "Devil child! Like your mother!" I lay on the floor wheezing. "Ka m gwagi ihe!! You will not get me!! Your mother failed, and you will fail too!!" With one final kick, he hissed "Anuohia." And then left the room.
I lay on the floor, whimpering and gasping for air. Tears slowly running down my cheek. I couldn't afford to make any sound for, or he might return to inflict more damage. The cool breeze seemed to sense my need. It returned, resuming it's lulling and caressing. At least now, I could give in.
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So, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I don't have much to say. I'm extremely tired, and need to rest. Hope you liked it.
Please take a minute to look at the beauriful images I took the pains to put up. God bless.
Date Week
Coming Soon
22 July, 2011
Enter, The Domina
Uhh, hello. So, today's post is erm... Well sha, it's.....
Lemme just say it's my own conclusion to @RealistXX's So You Think You Can Think (3). I know I'm carrying last, but appaz, that how I roll. The first paragraph was written by @thetoolsman. I just completed the story as the instructions said.
So.....oh! And this post was also inspired by the domina herself, @chinnydiva.
*backs out slowly*
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His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…
What's going on? He thought to himself as the pain forced him back into a lying position. His eyes scanned the room searching for clues, but there really wasn't much he could see. From where he lay, he had a pretty, good view of the ceiling, a fairly decent view of the door, if he strained, and the walls on either side of him. The room appeared to empty, save the table he was strapped to. He could hear water rushing steadily outside. A stream? Where am I? How did I get here?
And that was when he realized why he couldn't move, and where the pain he felt was coming from. His hands and legs were bound tightly to the table with wrist and ankle cuffs, restricting his movement, and there was some sort of pressure on his nipples. It was excruciatingly painful and cold, but, at the same time, slightly pleasurable. He tried again to push himself up and get a better view, and he noticed the metal chains dangling above his stomach that led up to clamps on his nipples.
Doing a quick mental assessment of the situation, he came to the conclusion that this could not turn out well for him. Why was he strapped to a table in an unknown room with nipple clamps on? He began to call out frantically. Hoping, wishing desperately, someone who could help would hear. He grew weary after five minutes of no response. Tired, scared, confused, he closed his eyes in an attempt to rationalize the situation. The door creaked open.
Something was being rolled in by someone in heels. So, it's a chick. Still unsure if this was good or bad for him, he turned to his left to get a better view of his visitor, who had come to a halt next to him. She wore a red and black lingerie piece. A half-cut, lace-trimmed bra held up her perky Ds, and he could tell the crotchless bottom half was a thong. He wished he could smack himself for getting turned on in such a situation.
"I see you're awake." She was smiling, as she ran a manicured finger down his torso, to his more sensitive areas and covered his lingam with soft hands. Her smile widened as he moaned. Reaching over to the table she had rolled in with one hand, she began to stroke him gently with the other. "I'm just going to get you ready for the mistress."
"Mistress?" He managed to ask "What mistress? Where am I? What's going on?"
She merely shushed him, and then proceeded to gag him with a ball gag. "We can't have you making a hell of aa noise when she comes in. She really doesn't like it." Bending over him, she covered his lingam with her full lips and giggled as he moaned and grew harder.
Even more confused now, he lay there as this stranger sucked on him with expertise. At intervals, she would tighten one of the clamps on his nipples, forcing him to wince, but it was still pleasurable. So pleasurable in fact, that he almost cried out when she slid his erect member out of her warm mouth. And then he felt something cold clamp around the base of his lingam.
"This will keep you from ruining our fun too early." She sang, tightening the clamp, and attaching more gear to his manhood.
The pain was excruciating. Suddenly, the weight of what she'd just said hit him, and, almost simultaneously, a group of six women, five in the same attire as the one attending to him, walked in. He assumed the one completely nude goddess leading the group was the mistress. Maybe his assumption was also helped along by the presence of a whip in her hand.
He saw her smile a wide, kind of knowing smile, and knew he was in for something. Whatever it was..
Lemme just say it's my own conclusion to @RealistXX's So You Think You Can Think (3). I know I'm carrying last, but appaz, that how I roll. The first paragraph was written by @thetoolsman. I just completed the story as the instructions said.
So.....oh! And this post was also inspired by the domina herself, @chinnydiva.
*backs out slowly*
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His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…
What's going on? He thought to himself as the pain forced him back into a lying position. His eyes scanned the room searching for clues, but there really wasn't much he could see. From where he lay, he had a pretty, good view of the ceiling, a fairly decent view of the door, if he strained, and the walls on either side of him. The room appeared to empty, save the table he was strapped to. He could hear water rushing steadily outside. A stream? Where am I? How did I get here?
And that was when he realized why he couldn't move, and where the pain he felt was coming from. His hands and legs were bound tightly to the table with wrist and ankle cuffs, restricting his movement, and there was some sort of pressure on his nipples. It was excruciatingly painful and cold, but, at the same time, slightly pleasurable. He tried again to push himself up and get a better view, and he noticed the metal chains dangling above his stomach that led up to clamps on his nipples.
Doing a quick mental assessment of the situation, he came to the conclusion that this could not turn out well for him. Why was he strapped to a table in an unknown room with nipple clamps on? He began to call out frantically. Hoping, wishing desperately, someone who could help would hear. He grew weary after five minutes of no response. Tired, scared, confused, he closed his eyes in an attempt to rationalize the situation. The door creaked open.
Something was being rolled in by someone in heels. So, it's a chick. Still unsure if this was good or bad for him, he turned to his left to get a better view of his visitor, who had come to a halt next to him. She wore a red and black lingerie piece. A half-cut, lace-trimmed bra held up her perky Ds, and he could tell the crotchless bottom half was a thong. He wished he could smack himself for getting turned on in such a situation.
"I see you're awake." She was smiling, as she ran a manicured finger down his torso, to his more sensitive areas and covered his lingam with soft hands. Her smile widened as he moaned. Reaching over to the table she had rolled in with one hand, she began to stroke him gently with the other. "I'm just going to get you ready for the mistress."
"Mistress?" He managed to ask "What mistress? Where am I? What's going on?"
She merely shushed him, and then proceeded to gag him with a ball gag. "We can't have you making a hell of aa noise when she comes in. She really doesn't like it." Bending over him, she covered his lingam with her full lips and giggled as he moaned and grew harder.
Even more confused now, he lay there as this stranger sucked on him with expertise. At intervals, she would tighten one of the clamps on his nipples, forcing him to wince, but it was still pleasurable. So pleasurable in fact, that he almost cried out when she slid his erect member out of her warm mouth. And then he felt something cold clamp around the base of his lingam.
"This will keep you from ruining our fun too early." She sang, tightening the clamp, and attaching more gear to his manhood.
The pain was excruciating. Suddenly, the weight of what she'd just said hit him, and, almost simultaneously, a group of six women, five in the same attire as the one attending to him, walked in. He assumed the one completely nude goddess leading the group was the mistress. Maybe his assumption was also helped along by the presence of a whip in her hand.
He saw her smile a wide, kind of knowing smile, and knew he was in for something. Whatever it was..
20 July, 2011
Him - Last Night
So, I'm awake. Stupid phone acting up. Can't sleep. I just want to fling the damned device at the wall. But I can't...
You see, I'm not upset at the phone really. I'm upset because I miss him. This is the closest to him I could possibly be. The only way to cross the bridge between us.
Here, as I lay awake on my bed, all I can think about is him. What if he's trying to reach me? I feel horrible. Empty. I've grown used to him it seems.
Old conversations run through my mind, and I crave more. His name pops up in my head repeatedly. Different fonts, sizes and colours dancing around teasingly. Frustrating me even more.
I close my eyes and imagine those arms around me. The arms he gave to me. It helps sometimes. Not so much tonight. I whisper his name. Say it a bit louder. Hoping. Wishing. Lost.
Reaching for my phone again, I will it to function. I've never been a fan of gadgets. This would be another reason why. This torture was unwarranted. Why wouldn't it let me be happy? Why couldn't it understand?
I give in. Let my imagination wander. Create my own blissful world, where I could be with him. Remembering to put up the boundaries that keep us apart. I could be with him, but not completely. Not really.
You see, I'm not upset at the phone really. I'm upset because I miss him. This is the closest to him I could possibly be. The only way to cross the bridge between us.
Here, as I lay awake on my bed, all I can think about is him. What if he's trying to reach me? I feel horrible. Empty. I've grown used to him it seems.
Old conversations run through my mind, and I crave more. His name pops up in my head repeatedly. Different fonts, sizes and colours dancing around teasingly. Frustrating me even more.
I close my eyes and imagine those arms around me. The arms he gave to me. It helps sometimes. Not so much tonight. I whisper his name. Say it a bit louder. Hoping. Wishing. Lost.
Reaching for my phone again, I will it to function. I've never been a fan of gadgets. This would be another reason why. This torture was unwarranted. Why wouldn't it let me be happy? Why couldn't it understand?
I give in. Let my imagination wander. Create my own blissful world, where I could be with him. Remembering to put up the boundaries that keep us apart. I could be with him, but not completely. Not really.
18 July, 2011
Daddy's Girl
Hi everyone. So, I haven't really been writing, I know. I was searching for a muse, and I found one :D. So, the drought is over.
This is the intro to a new story I've been playing around with. Thought now was as good a time as any to start sharing. Please read and leave some feedback. I hope you like it.
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CRASH!!!
I cowered as the porcelain vase I'd spent a fortune on hit the wall, missing me by a few inches, and shattered. The pieces dropped to the floor near me. I thought it was amazing how they still looked like a glorious work of art even when reduced to mere shards and pieces. I could probably make some sort of mosaic out of them. Like the one in that magazine. My mind began to wander, as I played absently with the pieces of what had once been my most valuable treasure. His angry rants and curses became nothing more than distant echoes at the back of my mind.
Over the years, I'd learnt to shut this part out. Focus on something else so I didn't have to hear the demeaning words and cruel insults he had grown accustomed to flinging at me. Sometimes, it worked. He'd get bored with my lack of response and leave me alone. Other days, he'd get more aggravated. Today, it was the latter.
I didn't hear him walk over to me, and, before I had time to escape, he had me up against the wall in a choke hold. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you ungrateful idiot!!!" He screamed, shaking me.
I stared at him, speechless. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and I could see the veins in his neck throbbing furiously. I searched his face, looking desperately for someone I wasn't even sure ever existed. I knew what was coming next. "Papa, please." I whispered.
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That's it then. The first part will be up next week (hopefully). Please remember to leavee some feedback in the comments section.
Also, since I'm in such a good mood, I'll share some more with you guys. If you don't aalready know, an article of mine went up on 234next. *cue confetti* :D. Yeah, it's not SPECTACULAR. But I'm pretty darn happy about it. So, you can check it out here.
Also, there's something else in the works. It's hush hush now, but 'm having some of my fave female bloggers come in on it. So, yeah. That's it.
Until next time, peace, love, and happiness.
This is the intro to a new story I've been playing around with. Thought now was as good a time as any to start sharing. Please read and leave some feedback. I hope you like it.
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CRASH!!!
I cowered as the porcelain vase I'd spent a fortune on hit the wall, missing me by a few inches, and shattered. The pieces dropped to the floor near me. I thought it was amazing how they still looked like a glorious work of art even when reduced to mere shards and pieces. I could probably make some sort of mosaic out of them. Like the one in that magazine. My mind began to wander, as I played absently with the pieces of what had once been my most valuable treasure. His angry rants and curses became nothing more than distant echoes at the back of my mind.
Over the years, I'd learnt to shut this part out. Focus on something else so I didn't have to hear the demeaning words and cruel insults he had grown accustomed to flinging at me. Sometimes, it worked. He'd get bored with my lack of response and leave me alone. Other days, he'd get more aggravated. Today, it was the latter.
I didn't hear him walk over to me, and, before I had time to escape, he had me up against the wall in a choke hold. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you ungrateful idiot!!!" He screamed, shaking me.
I stared at him, speechless. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and I could see the veins in his neck throbbing furiously. I searched his face, looking desperately for someone I wasn't even sure ever existed. I knew what was coming next. "Papa, please." I whispered.
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That's it then. The first part will be up next week (hopefully). Please remember to leavee some feedback in the comments section.
Also, since I'm in such a good mood, I'll share some more with you guys. If you don't aalready know, an article of mine went up on 234next. *cue confetti* :D. Yeah, it's not SPECTACULAR. But I'm pretty darn happy about it. So, you can check it out here.
Also, there's something else in the works. It's hush hush now, but 'm having some of my fave female bloggers come in on it. So, yeah. That's it.
Until next time, peace, love, and happiness.
16 July, 2011
HIM - His Words
His words
Delightful little sparks
They light me
Fill me with joy and warmth
Melting the ice inside
They soothe me
And fan the flames within
Re-igniting something once lost
They beckon to me
I open my soul
Releasing myself completely
They excite me
Coaxing giggles and snorts
Tickle buried fantasies and dreams
They build me
Pushing me to try
Encouraging me with little hints
They make me wonder
Wish for things forbidden
Lust for events that will never pass
Laced with charm and sweetness
Care immeasurable
They break me down, make me weak
To his words, I surrender
For his words, I wait all day
With his words, I am content
Delightful little sparks
They light me
Fill me with joy and warmth
Melting the ice inside
They soothe me
And fan the flames within
Re-igniting something once lost
They beckon to me
I open my soul
Releasing myself completely
They excite me
Coaxing giggles and snorts
Tickle buried fantasies and dreams
They build me
Pushing me to try
Encouraging me with little hints
They make me wonder
Wish for things forbidden
Lust for events that will never pass
Laced with charm and sweetness
Care immeasurable
They break me down, make me weak
To his words, I surrender
For his words, I wait all day
With his words, I am content
06 July, 2011
Marvin's Room
Hi!!!!!!!! :D. Been a while..... Who missed me? You? Aww. Mucho thanks. Well, I've been suffering from a severe case of writer's block, which is why I've been unable to deliver. Hopefully, that's cleared now.
While I'm here, lemme quickly say thanks to everyone who nominated blogs for the upcoming awards. Now, it's time to vote, so go here and vote. Thank you so much.
So, please read, and I really hope you enjoy it. :). PS: The title of this post was indeed inspired by the song Marvin's Room by Drake. Why? Because I listened to the song and this was what I thought about. *shrug* _______________________________________________________________
Her hair. So silky smooth, it glistened with life, even in the dim light. I loved the way it covered her face as she slept. I ran my hand through it, leaned in closer so I could smell it. I inhaled deeply. The smell of honeydew and lemon flooded my mind and drove me to the brink of insanity. I closed my eyes, savoring every second. The longer I inhaled, the more I wanted to somehow merge the amazing scent with my soul just so I could take it everywhere with me.
I brushed some hair off her face. It was a good enough distraction for some. Soft and peaceful in its state of rest, what some might describe as beauty, but not for me. I knew what I wanted. Her face, as seemingly perfect as it was, held no appeal to me. I let a free hand wander down her naked body. The body I'd taken the liberty of undressing. She wouldn't mind. I let my fingers roam. Tracing every outline, every curve. I cupped a breast in my hand, estimated it to be about a C-cup. Not that I cared much. My hand continued on its path down her smooth skin, traveling down across her flat stomach to her womanhood. She was clean-shaven. Sad.
The body didn't intrigue me much either. Neither the curves nor the fullness of her hips and breasts drew me in. I didn't really care for any of that. I returned my attention to the object of my affection, arranging her hair around her face. She looked gorgeous. I began to remember why I'd picked her. I gathered fistfuls of that glorious crown and brought them to my face again. Rubbing her hair against my face....I almost lost it then. This was why she was chosen. Her hair radiated all the love she put into it, and I opened my soul to that love.
She stirred beneath me and I drew back, retreating into a corner of the room. I wanted to watch her reaction. I watched her as she tried to stretch. Her eyes lazily fluttered open. She probably thought she was dreaming, the silly thing. The expression on her face quickly changed from calm to shock as her wrists and ankles strained against restraints. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. I watched her start to struggle frantically as the reality of her situation dawned on her. And then she started calling out for help.
I moved from my corner, crossed over to her in three strides, and slapped her. I hated to have to hit that beautifully framed face, but I hated the noise more. She stared up at me with tear-filled eyes, scared, confused, and questioning. Her lips started to move, but I placed a finger against them. Of course she was confused. She probably didn't remember much as well. Well, aside from sitting down to dinner with a lady I could tell she'd assumed was pretty decent. Ranting on about herself, asking questions about my name. And now, she was bound to a bed. Poor thing had no idea I was going to spike her drink. Carrying her from my other apartment was a bit tricky though. Neighbours had been out and about.
I couldn't be bothered to explain to her what was going on. How she'd ended up here with me. None of that mattered.. I took her face in one hand, stared into her eyes and brushed her hair with my fingers, trying to calm her, whispering assurances that everything would be okay. As long as she did what she was told, and didn't make any sudden or loud noises, it would all be fine. I told her. I did. I could tell she didn't believe me though.
I could see it in her eyes as she examined the brightly lit room. Her gaze shifted from the surgical light hanging overhead to the tools laid out on a table in the corner. Tears started flowing freely from her eyes. I wiped them away with a finger, and kissed her. She pulled back and was promptly rewarded with another slap. You see, I hate when they try to be stubborn. Things would go a whole lot better if they did what was required of them willingly. I really don't like stress.
I pulled her trembling body into an upright position so she her back was against the headboard, and straddled her. Grabbing her by her roots I forced my nipple into her mouth. Good thing she had enough common sense to know to suck on it. My patience was wearing thin. I buried my face in her hair as she sucked, pulling back for a few seconds so I could rub that wonderful mane on the skin of my breasts. The feeling, joy indescribable. I pulled her face closer, forcing her to suck harder. I pushed her back into the headboard, pinning her against it by holding her neck with one hand, and started trailing kisses down her neck and chest. I could tell from her breathing she liked it when I took a nipple between my teeth, slipped a finger into her. I could feel a small tuft of hair as I played with her. Rubbing against it turned me on immensely. I was nearing orgasm.
I pressed my breasts against her face, and reached for the pair of scissors I'd left on the bedside table when she resumed sucking. I couldn't hold it in. I needed to orgasm. I grabbed her hair furiously and started snipping away. I was at the brink of orgasm, when the stupid girl bit me. Hard. Needless to say, I was quite enraged. I pulled back, and, with one swift swipe across her neck, ended her pathetic life.
I watched for a few seconds as the blood gushed out, then got up. I dragged my table with the tools over to the side of the bed, and began to peel off her scalp as carefully as I could. Of course, now I'd have to wash the hair before putting it with the rest. When I was done, I proceeded to peel off her flesh with the tools I had laid out. I'd really hoped I wouldn't get to use them. I put the pieces of flesh in several garbage disposal bags, before hacking up her bones and doing the same. Cleaning the room would have to come later. I was hungry.
Seated at a corner booth in the restaurant, wearing my hoodie, my baggy jeans and a pair of worn out sneakers, I watched her. Her hair was lovely. Short and curly, and I could see how soft it was. She looked sad, lonely. This one would be easy. She came over to take my order. I smiled at her. "Hi, I'm Marvin. How are you tonight, sugar?"
While I'm here, lemme quickly say thanks to everyone who nominated blogs for the upcoming awards. Now, it's time to vote, so go here and vote. Thank you so much.
So, please read, and I really hope you enjoy it. :). PS: The title of this post was indeed inspired by the song Marvin's Room by Drake. Why? Because I listened to the song and this was what I thought about. *shrug* _______________________________________________________________
Her hair. So silky smooth, it glistened with life, even in the dim light. I loved the way it covered her face as she slept. I ran my hand through it, leaned in closer so I could smell it. I inhaled deeply. The smell of honeydew and lemon flooded my mind and drove me to the brink of insanity. I closed my eyes, savoring every second. The longer I inhaled, the more I wanted to somehow merge the amazing scent with my soul just so I could take it everywhere with me.
I brushed some hair off her face. It was a good enough distraction for some. Soft and peaceful in its state of rest, what some might describe as beauty, but not for me. I knew what I wanted. Her face, as seemingly perfect as it was, held no appeal to me. I let a free hand wander down her naked body. The body I'd taken the liberty of undressing. She wouldn't mind. I let my fingers roam. Tracing every outline, every curve. I cupped a breast in my hand, estimated it to be about a C-cup. Not that I cared much. My hand continued on its path down her smooth skin, traveling down across her flat stomach to her womanhood. She was clean-shaven. Sad.
The body didn't intrigue me much either. Neither the curves nor the fullness of her hips and breasts drew me in. I didn't really care for any of that. I returned my attention to the object of my affection, arranging her hair around her face. She looked gorgeous. I began to remember why I'd picked her. I gathered fistfuls of that glorious crown and brought them to my face again. Rubbing her hair against my face....I almost lost it then. This was why she was chosen. Her hair radiated all the love she put into it, and I opened my soul to that love.
She stirred beneath me and I drew back, retreating into a corner of the room. I wanted to watch her reaction. I watched her as she tried to stretch. Her eyes lazily fluttered open. She probably thought she was dreaming, the silly thing. The expression on her face quickly changed from calm to shock as her wrists and ankles strained against restraints. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. I watched her start to struggle frantically as the reality of her situation dawned on her. And then she started calling out for help.
I moved from my corner, crossed over to her in three strides, and slapped her. I hated to have to hit that beautifully framed face, but I hated the noise more. She stared up at me with tear-filled eyes, scared, confused, and questioning. Her lips started to move, but I placed a finger against them. Of course she was confused. She probably didn't remember much as well. Well, aside from sitting down to dinner with a lady I could tell she'd assumed was pretty decent. Ranting on about herself, asking questions about my name. And now, she was bound to a bed. Poor thing had no idea I was going to spike her drink. Carrying her from my other apartment was a bit tricky though. Neighbours had been out and about.
I couldn't be bothered to explain to her what was going on. How she'd ended up here with me. None of that mattered.. I took her face in one hand, stared into her eyes and brushed her hair with my fingers, trying to calm her, whispering assurances that everything would be okay. As long as she did what she was told, and didn't make any sudden or loud noises, it would all be fine. I told her. I did. I could tell she didn't believe me though.
I could see it in her eyes as she examined the brightly lit room. Her gaze shifted from the surgical light hanging overhead to the tools laid out on a table in the corner. Tears started flowing freely from her eyes. I wiped them away with a finger, and kissed her. She pulled back and was promptly rewarded with another slap. You see, I hate when they try to be stubborn. Things would go a whole lot better if they did what was required of them willingly. I really don't like stress.
I pulled her trembling body into an upright position so she her back was against the headboard, and straddled her. Grabbing her by her roots I forced my nipple into her mouth. Good thing she had enough common sense to know to suck on it. My patience was wearing thin. I buried my face in her hair as she sucked, pulling back for a few seconds so I could rub that wonderful mane on the skin of my breasts. The feeling, joy indescribable. I pulled her face closer, forcing her to suck harder. I pushed her back into the headboard, pinning her against it by holding her neck with one hand, and started trailing kisses down her neck and chest. I could tell from her breathing she liked it when I took a nipple between my teeth, slipped a finger into her. I could feel a small tuft of hair as I played with her. Rubbing against it turned me on immensely. I was nearing orgasm.
I pressed my breasts against her face, and reached for the pair of scissors I'd left on the bedside table when she resumed sucking. I couldn't hold it in. I needed to orgasm. I grabbed her hair furiously and started snipping away. I was at the brink of orgasm, when the stupid girl bit me. Hard. Needless to say, I was quite enraged. I pulled back, and, with one swift swipe across her neck, ended her pathetic life.
I watched for a few seconds as the blood gushed out, then got up. I dragged my table with the tools over to the side of the bed, and began to peel off her scalp as carefully as I could. Of course, now I'd have to wash the hair before putting it with the rest. When I was done, I proceeded to peel off her flesh with the tools I had laid out. I'd really hoped I wouldn't get to use them. I put the pieces of flesh in several garbage disposal bags, before hacking up her bones and doing the same. Cleaning the room would have to come later. I was hungry.
Seated at a corner booth in the restaurant, wearing my hoodie, my baggy jeans and a pair of worn out sneakers, I watched her. Her hair was lovely. Short and curly, and I could see how soft it was. She looked sad, lonely. This one would be easy. She came over to take my order. I smiled at her. "Hi, I'm Marvin. How are you tonight, sugar?"
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