Rage

Blood boiling anger
turning inside,
peaceful tranquility
no longer abides.

Aggression and energy
seething within,
internally picturing
soul tarnished sin.

Screaming in thought
and shouting a name,
life has moved on
no longer the same.

Saving the madness
for nights all alone,
trusting my hand
to not pick up the phone.

This is reality
granted with glee,
thinking my heart
will never be free.

All that I am
battered and flayed,
wishing the past
could maybe have stayed.

Strength I do find
in friendships brand new,
ridding the beast
of damaged accrued.

Words whispered softly
to calm and assure,
reviving the heart
with love strong and pure.

This is my life now
with peace broken through,
rage dissipated
all thanks to you.

Advertisements

A Taste Of Passion – Part 5

He rose to his feet, flushed, but satisfied that he had made her come like that. He now felt more comfortable letting her pleasure him, because if he didn’t ‘last’ he knew that she had reached at least one climax and that was fair in his mind. He slowly started to undo is own jeans. As the button popped, and the zip came down, she couldn’t help but focus her eyes on the bulge in the front her. She unconsciously licked her lips and felt her heartbeat quicken again in anticipation. As he lowered his jeans and underwear in one, and then straightened up, he felt slightly self conscious being this way in front of her – naked now, and fully erect – but at the same time he felt a thrill of being looked upon and lusted after.
He crawled onto the bed, the stiffness of his manhood flopping around a little, feeling ridiculous. He lay down on his back as she moved to kneel between his legs. While she looked into his eyes, she took his hard cock in her hands and gently began to massage and stroke it. Almost immediately, he felt a growing surge in his groin – the fact that a woman, this woman, was touching him in this way was overpowering. He kept his eyes on hers, but in his peripheral vision he could see her hand and painted nails working on him. She slowly lowered her head, all the while keeping her eyes locked on his, and kissed the tip of his member. Another surge of desire pulsed through him. Now it was his turn to start breathing deeper and slower as he anticipated the sensation of being taken into the mouth of this gorgeous creature. And he didn’t have long to wait. She finally took her eyes from him to concentrate on what she was going to do next, what she loved doing for a man, what she wanted to do to this man.
She ran her tongue from the base of his stiff manhood all the way to the tip once… then again… then on the third time she opened her mouth and enveloped him in her mouth. He groaned aloud, the feeling of heat, wet, a slight sucking sensation, filling his every sense. Oh God, she was good at this.
She slowly moved her head up and down, all the while gently sucking at him, one hand grasping the shaft, the other gently fondling his testicles. He couldn’t stop himself from swearing, gently, and reaching out to stroke the hair on her head. She varied the speed and tempo – sometimes speeding up, and then slowing right down so he could feel her drawing her lips slowly to the tip, before swallowing him again deep into her mouth. She began breathing heavily through her nose as she felt more heat begin to swell between her legs. The effect she was having on him, the taste of him, the unavoidable porn film connotations of the act she was performing, all combined to once again awake her own desire, so soon after being satiated herself. She took her hand from his sack and started to gently massage her clitoris, circular motions of her two middle fingers very quickly raising her own passion.
He didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her to stop. He didn’t want to come. He wanted to come.
He could feel himself start to lose control. His own hips now very gently moved in response to her motions, so that he was thrusting gently up toward her. She could feel his muscles tensing, knowing this meant that he was close to finishing. She started to moan from her throat, her hand rubbing herself becoming more fevered, her mouth working and head moving faster. He couldn’t control himself, he started to moan louder, calling out to God, calling her name, swearing to the ceiling.
With a final burst within him, he could bear it no longer. He cried out one last time as he fired his seed into her mouth. As she felt him climax, and felt his ejaculate hit her mouth she herself began to climax again, hand pressing at the most sensitive part of her. She cried out from her throat, not taking her mouth from him until she knew he was fully spent. Her climax wasn’t as intense as it was when he did for her, but it was still a fantastic feeling, being able to satisfy this man the way she had and be able to bring herself to orgasm.
She kept her mouth still, holding him inside it. She felt him begin to soften, and so with a swallow she slowly rose from kneeling before him.
They looked at each other. Him with affection, awe, wide-eyed admiration. She also with affection, but also satisfaction and a small amount of pride. She crawled up the bed toward him, and fell at his side to rest her head on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping, his chest heaving like a bellows. He had obviously enjoyed that.
And the night was still young.

Devil Clothed In Mortal Skin

Devil clothed in mortal skin,
whispering words
of sweet tasting sin.

Hidden from view, in plain sight
walking among us
by day and by night.

Eyes that burn with crimson hue,
speak of the lies
that seem oh so true.

Encouraging evil, remaining apart
feeding the darkness
in tar blackened heart.

A single word in willing ear,
can change sweet slumber
to dreams filled with fear.

As each day passes, influence grows,
growing in power
while nobody knows.

Watch for this evil, be ever aware,
for though he may dwindle,
he’ll always be there.

Shaping the world and all that’s within,
this devil clothed,
in mortal skin.

A Gift

Passion exploding
in heart changing force.
Desire conflicting
with sensible thought.
Stopping the world
from spinning in space
would not grant enough time
to worship your face.
Finding a sweetness
in darkness and pain
to never feel lonely
or abandoned again.
Telling you softly
all that I dream
and showing you life
can be more than it seems.
I give you this gift
of my life battered heart
trusting your hands
to not rip it apart.

A Further Note From The Author

Hello and thanks for reading. I don’t normally outright ask for comments on my work – the mere fact that I see people reading the pieces I write is very gratifying – but I’d like your feedback on my recent string of posts entitled “A Tale Of Passion”. The small story is an experiment to see whether or not I could actually write erotic fiction. So far, I feel it’s turned more into a description of a porn film, or a ‘Dear Penthouse Forum…’ kind of deal. I’ve tried not to go over the top with graphic images, but when describing sex it’s necessary to include some words or descriptive language that is quite adult. So, the purpose of this note from the author is to ask for your feedback. Have a read of them (if you haven’t already, and aren’t put off my graphic descriptions of sex) and let me know your thoughts – both good AND bad. Do you feel comfortable reading the text? Did it make you blush, feel weird, even turned on or aroused? Have I gone over the top? Should I carry on with part 5 (and maybe a part 6 to finish?) I’d be really interested in knowing what you think.
Thank you again for taking the time to read this.

A Taste Of Passion – Part 4

One of the things he loved to do for a woman was to pleasure her with his mouth and fingers. And looking at this gorgeous body lying in front of him, he knew what he wanted to do more than anything at that moment. Gently but firmly gripping her hips, he slid her down the bed a little, so that her buttocks were on the very edge of the mattress.
He then knelt on the floor before the bed so that her neatly trimmed pubic mound was at eye level. He leaned forward, and at first only kissed her inner thighs, slowly moving his mouth upwards toward her wet center, before stopping and kissing back down her pale skin. She moaned aloud with tension and desire, feeling his breath and warm lips on her sensitive inner thighs. As his kisses moved up her thighs, she could barely contain herself from grabbing his head and forcing his mouth onto her throbbing lips. She could feel herself damp, and her clitoris swollen and aching to be licked and sucked upon. At last, she felt his gentle breath on her pubic hair and then, oh sweet bliss, his tongue gently began to probe between her lips. Slowly moving up the length of her slit, approaching her clitoris and then with a jolt the connection was made and she could not help but throw her head back and moan again, louder.
He savored her taste, her scent, he savored the control he possessed in just his lips and tongue, control over this woman’s body. He gently and slowly slid a finger into her, all the while concentrating on the sensations of her on his mouth. Another moan and a gasp escaped her as he pushed his finger further into her. She could feel already the approaching storm of her orgasm, and she didn’t want it there yet, not yet, but at the same time she welcomed it, she wanted to ride this wave of immense pleasure to completion.
He could feel the unconscious movement of her hips, gently rolling and moving to better experience the sensation imparted by this finger deep within her. He knew she was getting close to climax, and being that this was something he got just as much pleasure and enjoyment out of than she did, he kept going, slightly increasing the pressure of his mouth and the movement of his finger. She began to cry out, sounding like a porn film soundtrack, but he knew this was no staged scene, or someone following a script. She really was that into what was happening and this caused his own desire and need to increase.
She could feel it… it was coming… she was coming. The surge started deep within her, exploding outwards in a long burst of pure pleasure. The feelings and sensations of his lips, his tongue, his finger, her own body’s movement, all merged and melted together so that her whole body was drenched in this sexual release.
Her back was arched, her head thrown back. She held her breath, wanting to drag out this feeling, like a surfer on a once in a lifetime wave, wanting to ride it out as long as possible.
He stopped moving, leaving his finger inside her but lifting his head to watch her orgasm. The satisfaction of being able to make her feel like this was amazing. He could smell her on his top lip, taste her on his tongue. That most intimate scent and flavor of a woman.
As her climax started to wind down like a jet engine coming to a stop, her thoughts turned to him. Her mind was filled with his body, picturing how his erect cock would look, feel, taste. She slowly raised herself on her elbows, looking down at him. With flushed cheeks she smiled a dirty, knowing smile and beckoned him onto the bed.

A Taste Of Passion – Part 3

As he lay there, getting his breath back a little, he turned his head to look at her, as she started to undo the button fly on her jeans. He thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. With a surge, he rolled onto his side toward her and then knelt up. He manoeuvred himself so that he knelt between her legs. She stopped undoing her jeans and looked at him, with a small smile. He bent over from the waist and gently moved her hands away from her fly.
He then slowly started to pop one button at a time out of each hole. As he did, and more of her pale skin was revealed, he leaned further forward and gently kissed the area that the opening in the jeans showed, just above the waistband of her underwear. Each kiss sent a small shudder through her abdomen, and the breath from his nose and mouth warmed her skin.
Once the jeans were fully undone, he slipped backwards off the bed, to his feet, and gently eased the denim over her buttocks. They were tight – skin tight – but with a small amount of effort they came free, and she lay there in just her g-string. Yet again, he paused, to drink in the image of sexual perfection he could see laying before him. She was pale, but in a glowing, ephemeral way. She grew a little self conscious and drew one of her legs up to bend at the knee. She placed an arm behind her head to support her and give her a better angle to look at him. He stood there, in just a pair of jeans, looking down at her. She felt owned, possessed, but in a very good way. As though this man could take her for himself, and she would willingly submit.
He got back onto the bed, once again kneeling between her legs, but this time he lifted her bent leg so that it rested on his shoulder, and he turned his face toward it and began to gently kiss the inner calf and knee. As he worked his way with lips and tongue along her inner thigh, he began to lower himself back toward her flat, firm stomach.
More feather-like kisses peppered her stomach, but as his passion started to grow beyond the slow and sensual, he used more tongue, with firmer, fuller kisses. He reached her navel, and playfully flicked his tongue in and around it. She began to squirm under him, his physical attention and her own inner passion making her become more aroused. Leaving a thin trail of saliva, he drew his tongue down from her navel to the top of her g-string. He then gently, but with firm pressure, began to kiss the fabric that covered her pubic mound. She now began to breathe heavier, deeper, as the pressure from his lips, and the occasional probe with his tongue, started to encourage the flame between her legs to grow. As he pushed at the fabric with his tongue, there was the lightest of touches on that secret, hidden part of her and it sent a shock from the her groin to the top of her head, like a flash of lightening. Her hips gave a small involuntary thrust upwards, as though communicating her bodies desire before her mind could articulate it. She thought she would burst if she didn’t feel his lips and tongue on her actual flesh, on that warm, wet part of her. Just as she was about to take the initiative and remove her final piece of clothing, she felt his fingers slide up her thighs, hook into the band of her g-string, and slowly start to pull them down. Her heart sped up again and she lifted her buttocks off the bed to allow the flimsy piece of cloth to slide away and onto the bedroom floor. She now lay there, naked and open to him, and desiring him more than any time since they had met.