The tall man walked into the coffee shop. The coffee shop, where all the forgotten go. No one knows why they go there. They just do. And they are called the forgotten because they have forgotten who they were in life.

Forgotten the very things that made them who they were, so when they arrived, they ordered vast amounts of food and drink to see which they liked.

But the tall man that came through the door this very cold spring day was not a forgotten.

He remembered, he remembered everything about his life. So when he came in the door, the people about him stared. They stared for they could tell he was different from them.

He sat at the counter and ordered a sandwhich and a drink. The ones closest to him, asked “what did you oder?”

He he looked at them and said,” a liverwurst and onion sandwich and a milkshake”. The two forgotten looked at each other and then back at the tall man.

”Excuse me, but what is livurwurst and what is a milkshake?” The one forgotten asked, most curious to find the answer.

As soon as the forgotten finished their question, a plate with a sandwhich, chips and pickle were set in front of the tall man with a tall glass of pink drink in front of him.

“My good people, this is a liverwurst sandwhich“ the tall man lifted his sandwhich“....and this is a milkshake” and lifted his hefty drink, “..and for me, it’s heaven...”

"BRAD! You better let us catch yoooouu."

Brad ran as fast as he could through the woods, being careful not to trip and fall. He was trying hard not be caught as a gorilla, a dinosaur and a giraffe chased him. They'd pin him down and do horrible things to him.

He hated these stupid initiations but he was pushing to win. He wanted to be the last to be found. His chest ached with the need to rest as he neared the centre of the woods.

The giraffe was close. He saw the long neck of the costume through the treetops and couldn't help a smirk when he looked behind him. Turning back, he smacked his face hard against another person.

"Aah, fuck dude."

Kenny stood before him and laughed as the giraffe closed in on them.

"Gotta climb, Brad. Giraffes can't climb trees." Kenny was obviously high, and he was also gay. He threw himself on the ground and told Brad to run. "I volunteer as tribute!" He shouted just as the giraffe fell over the fucker.

Brad laughed and then continued to run as he saw the gorilla. He was sure the Gorilla was Craig, he was the fastest on the team and Brad knew he had to pick up speed to get away now.

He ran, he circled he zig zagged, he turned back on himself. Eventually, he came across the cabin.

He tried the door to find it was locked so quickly circled the cabin, to try and find a window.

The two he could reach were locked and he was watching one beautiful blonde girl as she changed when he heard the noises. Moans were coming from somewhere nearby, and horny boy that he is, he can't help but follow.

He enters the barn quietly, to the sound of moans and he stands behind a wooden pillar as he stares at the dream ahead of him. Supergirl stands above a naked brunette on the floor. The brunette squirms while a girl in jeans pushes a toy further into brunettes pussy.

She moans again. "Please. Please let me come."

"No Sash." says the girl in the jeans, her midnight ponytail swinging as she moves her head. "This is your punishment. You can't just have an orgasm. It's only 30 minutes. You're such a slut that I know you can take it. Cmon, don't be a pussy."

She leaves the vibrator deep in the girls pussy as she reaches in her bag and pulls out a second toy.

"Go on then." She nods to supergirl, and she does nothing other than lift her skirt, pull her underwear to one side and sits on naked girls face. "C'mon slut. Lick away." She throws one arm up in a superhero pose as the girl in jeans begins to push the second toy against naked girls anus.

The girl writhes and moans while rubbing her mouth against supergirls pussy. The noises in the room add to Brads excitement and he quietly pushes his hand down his boxers. There's one good thing that comes from initiation, no jeans to unzip.

Girl in jeans slaps naked girls thighs and tells her to stop moving. "Hold your legs Sasha or its going to hurt."

Sasha aka naked girl pulls her knees closer to her chest and grips her hands onto her knees, exposing herself for the clothed girl. Brad tries hard not to moan as he begins to wank himself slowly.

The second toy finally gets pushed all the way into the girls arse and her muffled moans can be heard as the girl in jeans pushes the toys in and out of her. Slowly at first, then she picks up speed. "You can do it slut. 15 more minutes."

Supergirl rides the girls face harder with a big smile on her face. Brad is getting so close to his orgasm that he doesn't hear anybody else enter the barn.

"Ahhhh." is suddenly moaned as a false orgasm right beside him and as he cums in his boxer shorts, he looks into the eyes of a girl. Her short pixie style hair and dark make up shows her goth nature and he wonders what she's doing here when this is obviously a sorority get away.

"We got a watcher Jo-Anne!" She calls.

Jo-Anne aka girl in jeans, turns with a grin and and pops one of the toys from their subject, pointing it towards him as a weapon.

"You! You can help, you dirty pervert. Come fuck this slut. You've got 10 minutes to make her come."

I was only 9 years old when grandma told me of the Wolf. A mystical creature, the Wolf is half human and can take either form. Some kind of magic at play, or maybe it's just a tale.

Stories granny's tell the grandchildren to keep them out of trouble. Except usually stories like that don't contain talk of the promise that was made for me.

When I reached the age of 14, the Wolf had saved me. I didn't know what from, I still don't understand what danger I was in. Perhaps it was out of my sight. Monsters ofter lurk in the shadows, where they're much harder to be seen.

Grandma had told me of how the Wolf saved me from this awful danger, and my family were so grateful that the terrible fate had been stopped. The Wolf had made a promise.

A promise to keep me from all danger, no matter what it may be. He was my dark protector, hidden within the veil of shadows. I had never seen him. He kept his presence invisible to me. Keeping himself out of sight. So the promise was made.

And of course he'd of wanted something in return. I thought long and hard about what it could be.

Obviously the answer is not as hard as it seemed to come to. Me. Not only me, but also my virginity. He wanted me from the time he saw me walking through the woods to grandma's. I was 15 years old.

He would wait, he had said. Until she is of age. He kept away potential suitors.

Any men that held interest were persuaded to lose it. They always listened to his words. Because if they didn't, there bodies would be found in the woods. Ripped apart by a wild animal.

Who would of known a beast like that could want something so much, that he'd go through all if this to be sure he gets it. It's been an awful long time.

The Cape was made for me. A vivid blood red, it sweeps the floor as I walk and I can't help that feel it's symbolic. The path of blood I leave in my wake, because of the admirer I have gained.

I am an awful person. An awful, awful person. Because I love that somebody is willing to cause this destruction over me. He will literally kill for me.

And the darker, secret side of me loves that. It's an obsessive behaviour that I look forward to meeting. But I'm also terribly frightened. At least the wolf has waited. He has promised to wait until I am of age. That is a kindness that is owed to me. I deserve to be of age. To Understand what is happening and exactly why.

I already have the bread rolls and cakes ready. I collect my Cape and tie the silken ribbon at my throat before picking up the basket and leaving the house.

Grandma is getting much older now, and I like her to know I'm there for her. So a trip through the woods it is.

They have been telling me to take the longer route recently. To not walk through the woods. I never took the long way. Although I fib, and say I have done so each time I'm asked. Something pulls me to the woods. I'm drawn towards them like a moth to a flame.

Maybe, I subconsciously want to see the wolf.

Maybe I have a taste for danger that I just don't understand.

I like the way my heart rate spikes. It beats so quickly, that my breath becomes fast and heavy. And the feel of the branches beneath my thin boots excites me in a strange and unusual way. Maybe, that's because I know I shouldn't be here. Am I a rebel? I don't think I am.

But something, some how, stops my fear toward him. I'm towards the middle of the woods when I notice it.

The noise. The branches and twigs snap beneath my feet. That is quite normal.

What isn't, is the other branches snapping. In time with my own steps, but further away. I stop, just to test my theory. "Snap..." A half second after mine.

"Red?" the nickname, given to me for the cloak is called. I turn slowly, a nervous excitement bubbling inside of me. Ginger hair on the tall thin body walks towards me.

Oh my! It's Juilius. I slump my shoulders. And breathe in the air. Was that in relief? Or disappointment? I'm unsure.

"Red. It is you. What are you doing in the woods so early in the morning? While it's so dark too."

The family friend gets closer, and I briefly wonder what he is also doing in the woods.

"I'm off to grandma's Juilius. Just dropping off some baked goods." I smile and begin to make my way again when his hand is suddenly wrapped around my wrist.

"Where are you going Red? You're a big girl now. All woman. Why do you act as if none of us are good enough for you?"

His grip tightens and he pulls my body against his. All of my being shouts out at this disrespect. I don't belong to him. I open my mouth to answer when another speaks for me.

"Because none of you are good enough." I look around to find the deep rough voice. I can't see him anywhere. Juilius pushes me against the hard trunk of the tree, grabs my throat and tugs at my cloak.

Why isn't he running.

"Tell him, Red. Tell him to run."

"Run!" I whisper.

He looks at me in confusion and I'm so ashamed of myself. I begin to feel the thrill. The darkness calls to me.

"Run... Before the big bad Wolf gets you." I smile. And I realise just how crazy I must sound. But the excitement builds in me.

His hand flies out and hits my head. I'm thrown to the floor, and he's on top of me before I can move.

He's bigger and stronger than me. Plus he has a huge advantage as he has me on my stomach, I can't fight back as he drags the rough material of my skirt up my bare legs.

He has many advantages.

But I have a wolf.

And as that thought crosses my mind, Juilius is ripped off of me. An almighty roar shoots through the darkened woods and Juilius' pitiful scream follows.

I quickly flip onto my back and scramble to my feet, I watch as the large beast blurs across my vision. He's so fast.

I watch as Juilius is dragged across the ground. His screams echo through the empty woods and the excitement comes crawling back through my veins. Something must be wrong with me.

I look by feet to see my red cloak. It stands against the dark ground like a puddle of blood. I raise my head to see Juilius slumped against the tree. His body has been ripped apart. Why am I not frightened? Nor disturbed at the image before me.

The grey Wolf can just be sewn through the many trees. And I catch glimpses as the animal shakes and painful grunts and moans come from him.

Then he's gone.

In his place is a man. I have to wait until he appears from the curtains of leaves and wood to see him properly. He shows himself.

All of himself.

His hair is black. Pitch black. And his olive tanned skin, just makes the sapphire blue of his eyes stand out more. As he stalks toward me, I can do nothing but examine his body.

The way his muscles look as if they've been carved from stone, make my mouth dry. Only steps away from me now, I let my eyes fall. His cock stands proud. He's erect. Hard and so big. Is it because he is part animal?

"Why would you think that Red? Should I treat you like an animal." he speaks, almost against my skin.

His body about to touch my own.

He takes another step, and I step back. Pushing myself against the tree in this adrenaline pumping dance. He takes a step too close and I have nowhere to go. His body is pushed into mine, and his forearms rest on the old wooden bark either side of my head. Pushing his face into the arch of my neck, he inhales.

It's like he's tasting my soul, and I can do nothing but gasp. I wait for him to do what he will.

His tongue flicks out to taste the saltiness of my cold clammy skin. His hands fall down my body, Before they work their way up again. Only this time, he pushes against my clothed body as they do. Up and over my thighs, he squeezes my waist just a little too hard when he pushes his hardness against my most private area.

I moan. Oh my lord. I have just moaned in sexual frustration at the animal man that will probably rip me apart. He'll tear me limb from limb. But I stand here, waiting for the violence.

How is it that I want to be violated by him? I want him to pleasure me, and use my body in the harshest of ways. His large hands grab my tits, in a harsh, tight grip and he squeezes as he sinks his teeth into the lobe of my ear.

I want to beg him. Beg him to devour me, hurt me, use me, please me. Fuck me. Fuck me until I can no longer breathe without his scent.

He hears my thoughts. His response proves it. And the words breathed against my ear almost break me.

"21 is such a delicious number. I'll do all of that my little Red. Happy birthday!"

PART 2

"Happy Birthday." I open my mouth to thank the Wolf and ask his name but the words never come.

As soon as my mouth opens, his lips crash against mine. His tongue slides against my teeth before he sucks my tongue into his mouth and bites down gently.

His harsh grip in my hair intensifies, and his hard thick cock presses harder against me. My breath comes faster, and I rock my own hips against his.

He snaps his mouth from me with a deep growl. "Stop!"

He slams his hand against my throat and his long fingers circle my neck. Is he proving a point? Showing he means what he says. He wants me to stop.

I see the sparkle of danger glint in his blue eyes and I know I should stop. But I can taste the darkness on my tongue. I'm excited for it. And as he applies more pressure to my bare throat, I move my hips into him.

The moans exit my mouth and I feel like begging. Shouting and screaming.

Why is he being so slow? I need more. And I need it now.

He knows. He rips his body away from mine, and with a grunt he grips my waist and flings me over his shoulder like some rag doll.

The leaves and twigs blur beneath me, as we fly through the woods. The dizziness comes to me fast, and quicker than I know possible, we're inside a small wooden cabin. The smell of sandlewood lingers in the air, and before I can get my breath back and steady myself he throws me onto his sofa, face forward.

I don't have time to change my position or catch my breath before he is upon me. The sounds of my clothing ripping becomes an aphrodisiac.

I can't help but feel vulnerable at the danger before me, and I can't help the race of my heartbeat and the quickening of my breath.

The Wolf finally has me naked, and it's then that his hands really begin to explore. He pushes his rock hard dick against my backside, and leans his body into mine. I'm squashed against the backrest of the furniture and I have nowhere to go, as his hand circles my throat and tightens while his other grabs onto my tit and gropes in hard violent squeezes.

"Red. You're so fucking perfect. I need to sully you. Dirty your clean, pure body and make it just as Filthy as your dark mind. You were made for me. I'll show you."

His left hand travels lower, whilst his right stays at my throat, keeping me in place. He comes to my waist, circling my stomach right to my pubic bone.

I'm already so wet and his words of ruining me do nothing but excite me more.

"Ahh. Yes Mr Wolf. But do you think I'm ready for you? I've had no experience. I'm still so innocent. I may not be as bad as you believe."

He moves his hand to my thigh, and squeezes my soft flesh before I feel him pushing at my forbidden hole. My backside aches and quivers.

"I want your Innocence Red. I want to taste it on my tongue as I devour you. You crave the darkness as I crave to give it to you. Your soul belongs to me."

He slides his middle finger into me, but doesn't move it while he continues to push against my backside. I feel the first stretch of my hole as a portion of his tip pushes into me. Fuck. He's too big he'll rip me apart.

The thought should scare me. Make me want to run. But I'm still here. Still keeping the position he holds me in.

"You crave the pain just as much as you crave the pleasure. If not More, Red."

Yes. He slides his finger away and trails my own juices up my body, back to my breast. He gropes the whole globe tight enough, to make me flinch. A gasp escapes me just as his next sentence peirces through my fogged up mind.

"Don't worry, you sweet little thing. I won't hold back." Then he slams forward, while grasping my tit harder. I cry out, as his huge cock fills my Virgin arse. Pain tears through me and as he pounds himself into me, squeezing hard enough to bruise, The pain stays but calms.

The pain circles my lower body as pleasure begins to seep in. Like wine bleeding into a carpet, the pleasure slowly creeps through the pain.

My tears begin to dry on my cheeks and my cries turn to moans.

He slams into me again, and again. Each thrust, pushes me against the backrest of the sofa. I have no room for movement and I can't push back properly.

I need more.

As soon as the thought scatters across my mind, he stops, and pulls out of me. He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist before walking with me. His hard dick brushes against my clit with each step and it takes everything I have to not cry for more. We make it to the bathroom.

There's a bathtub, toilet, shower cubicle and sink. And with no warning he releases me, spins me around, and leans me over the bathtub.

The edge of the porcelain digs into my lower stomach and he grabs my hair in his fist, arching my neck, forcing me to twist and look at him behind me.

"You're a bad, bad girl Red. You want me to do all these bad things to you. You want to feel things others are scared of. Are you really ready for me to unleash everything you've dreamed of on you?"

My pussy clenches at the sound of his voice. I would deny the thoughts. Tell him I don't want him to fill me with pain and pleasure. But what's the point? He already knows...

"Yes. Yes I'm ready." He arches my back, pulling my head against his chest, and clips some kind of weighted pegs onto my nipples. It feels like they're being pinched and slightly pulled, and I love it. He shoves me forward again, releasing my hair.

My scalp aches, and my nipples feel like somebody is pulling them downward, into the bathtub. He turns the tap on the bath and the clear water soon begins to fill. I stare down at the water, and the thought crosses my mind that I don't even know his name.

That's when the first lash strikes. He slams the leather strip against my backside and I cry out. The pain spreads in a red hot heat across my arse cheeks, thighs and stomach.

"That's right Red. I'm gonna make you fucking feel. Scream for me." He whips again. Only an inch lower this time and my juices spread so fast. I love how he's making me feel, the pain only makes my pleasure climb harder and before I even realise what's happening he brings the strip down again and again.

I feel so excited that I want to pull my hand down and sink a finger into the pool of juices inside of me while he continues to abuse my backside.

It's still not enough. He stops belting me with the strip, and leans his body over mine. He grips my wrists and stretches them a far as I can reach against the bathtubs edge.

"Hold them there Red. Don't fucking let go, or I will hurt you in a way you don't want." I nod my head in agreement, and as I watch the water slowly filling the tub, he spreads my legs wide.

I am basically on my knees starfished over the bath and the uncomfortable position only serves to excite me further. He slams his dick into my arse again, and I cry out, clenching around him.

I want him in my pussy so bad. He feels even bigger like this. The position doesn't allow for as much stretching as before. So when he roughly thrusts again, I feel everything. Every tiny bump as he pushes his huge dick into my tight forbidden hole.

It hurts.

But it hurts so good.

He thrusts again. He's keeping his pounding to a minimum, but is sure to make them powerful. Strong. Hard.

When he pulls out again, he doesn't push in right away. I feel a hot pinching on the inside of my thigh. Right by my pussy. It burns and spreads, heading straight to my soaking cunt. I feel so close.

He thrusts again, harder. Then grabbing me by the throat, he pulls me back onto him, and squeezes my tit in a harsh tight grip, pushing the peg into me.

My hands keep in there place and my body is as stretched out as possible with his huge cock buried in my arse, when he brings the small metal object to my soft supple flesh.

He drags it against the underside of my breast, and slams his dick into me again. The blade feels good. It burns in a way that spreads and adds to the aching pleasure residing in me.

The drop of red falls against the almost blue of the water and spreads before disappearing. It's beautiful.

When the burning pain leaves, it tingles like my most sensitive nerve is being stroked.

He lowers his hand and this time, the blade scratches against my lower stomach. He releases my throat and quickly begins to rub against my swollen clit. Squeezing it between two long fingers.

My orgasm begins to build and I watch as the droplet of blood trickles down my stomach to my pussy. I watch as it slips into my juices and is soon is rubbed against my clit by his fingers.

Fuck. He doesn't just want my Innocence.

He wants my everything.

My body.

My blood.

My god damn soul.

And as he begins to fuck my arse and rub my clit harder, I realise. He can have it. He can have my everything. He slams me against the bathtub again. Only this time, he's no longer giving me slow, hard thrusts.

He fucks my arse like the animal he is. He pounds into me again and again. My moans come loud and long.

I cry out as the pain begins to blend with the pleasure. The water has almost filled the tub and I'm mesmerised by my reflection. I can see him fucking me.

Hard, rough and so fucking deep, that it pushes me over the edge. I come. I explode as he continues to fuck me. He tastes my Innocence as he finally gets what he was promised. Me.

And I never want to leave if being his promised Virgin feels like this.

He growls out against my orgasm and pulls out of my arse before lining himself up against my virgin pussy.

"You can feel this Red. It feels good. Get ready to feel this baby."

Then he slams into me. I scream out at the huge intrusion but I welcome the pain. He doesn't wait for me to adjust but pounds into me over and over again.

He shows no Mercy and as the water reaches the pegs on my nipples, he reaches down and yanks them off.

A tremor runs through me and I cry out as another orgasm runs through me. My nipples burn and tingle. Their sensitivity heightened from the pegs.

They're swollen and as he fucks my pussy harder, and faster the water touches me.

Icy cold liquid spreads against my hot sensitive nipples and I want to pull away. It's too much. How can there be too much pleasure?

I don't. I let the ice burn. I let it freeze. Hurt, and please. And then I come. Yet again, he fucks me through each orgasm like I'm nothing but a doll.

I love it.

The water, now covering almost my full tits sting the cuts there. The cut by my stomach aches as each orgasm rocks through me, and the cuts on my backside, stings in the best, most pleasing way. Each thrust forces the scratch to be awakened.

He pulls his hand back to my clit, and begins to squeeze and pinch. My orgasm is close but as he applies more pressure to my clit while fucking my pussy faster, my orgasm changes direction.

It builds so much more, and instead of shooting upwards it climbs around my body. Each mark he's left against my flesh burns as the feeling crawls along me. The water overflows the edge of the tub and he ignores it. He continues to torture me with his ongoing pleasure.

I can't handle it anymore. It's too much. I writhe and squirm and jerk, my hands slip and my face touches the water. He saves me. With a grip in my hair, he stops my face from submerging.

But he punishes me for my fault.

He fucks me hard enough to bruise, pulls me against his chest and slides his hand to my arse.

First he uses one finger, and pumps into me. The feeling builds, then he adds another. The feeling builds more. I fight it. It's too intense. I won't make it. He adds another. My arse is stretched so much that I don't how much of his fist is inside of me.

He doesn't loosen up but fucks me hard and fast. Pumping into me like I'm his favourite sex toy, he begins to use his hand too.

Both holes being abused at once, as well as my clit has my crying. The tears fall down my face at the harsh torment. I know I don't really want him to stop, but still I beg.

"Please. Stop. Please. Ahh, fuck."

He knows too, and he speeds up only a fraction when something breaks inside of me. Like elastic snapping. I break.

My orgasm doesn't only fall but it explodes. My juices squirt up high and my body is suddenly drained of everything.

He takes both of his hands away, and wraps his arms around my body. He's taken my soul.

But he hasn't finished. He fucks me still. But he let's loose. He pounds me like he has no control. He holds my body against him and turning my face he crashes his mouth against mine.

He steals my breath as I steal his roar.

I taste him in my mouth. And he finally finds his release. Growling out, he holds me tight. Crushing me against him. I come with him. Another explosion shuddering through my body. I can't handle anything.

My whole body is so sensitive and beaten that I can't even move. He lifts me gently. After giving me everything I needed, he gave me what I wanted.

He kissed me gently and moved my hair from my face before lying me in the bed beside him. I wondered if he turned the water off.

He pulls my back against him, and holds me. His cock already hardening against my abused body. "I will never let you go Red." I smile as sleep claims me. I already know.

I want to tiptoe

inside of you

in the corner shop

of crimson visions,

feel my soft fingers

squeeze your pages,

touching silky words

with erotic imagination

of lust, feeling your spine.

Taste longing words

with wild imagination,

strip your wanton covers

leaving you bare

spread open your center.

Trace your breath

along your phrases,

digest your juices,

take my virginity.

Make you feel

used and abused.

Take you out

of closeted bookshelf

of bare and exposed

leather skinned essence.

Won’t leave you forlorn

alone in the dust.

Open you up wide,

expose your inner core

to sensual possibilities.

The groper on board a train, who takes you amidst a somewhat crowded car, having you pinned against a side wall with half a dozen people blocking off escape as your back is to him.

He turns, presses his erect hard cock against your skirt pulled up from the rear only, and he pulls off to the side your satiny thong as he slides himself against the cheeks of your trembling, needful ass and he keeps whispering in your ear the same thing over and over again. "You will always want this in ever way. Always. In all ways."

He slides his cock down more until he parts your quivering lips drenched in liquid heat from your need, your craving to have this happen. You are almost mad with desire, that you cum just as his large bulbous head penetrates the river he sinks himself into. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, but you also want everyone on the train car to see you being defiled, and taken openly. His other hand reaches into your open blouse and tenderly, yet firmly latches on to a breast, tweaking, pinching an already erect nipple. He doesn't let go.

He presses his hips tighter against you as he is deeper inside you until he can go no further. Your cream slides down your thighs in rivulets, you can feel the next orgasm approaching that will have you screaming, "FUCK ME!" where the entire world will hear you and know what you are at that moment.

Then, as he erupts his cum deeply inside your yawning, greedy cunt, the train stops.

People are getting off, and so to does the man. You turn, half-expecting, half-hoping to see what this man looks like but it isn't to be. You see a vacant seat and take it before someone else does. You sit, crossing your legs, left over right, right over left and you repeat that several times to the stares of other passengers, but you pay them no mind.

And you smile inwardly, as the heat of what just happened, is still giving you smaller orgasms, and as you feel both his and your juices still mingling together. You know today was a very good day. My, what a story you will have when you get home.

I sit at window sill

tears rolling down cheek

hands supporting face

robbed by the little child

I once was

and will never be

AGAIN.

He had a sandwich and tea.

I a white wine and salad.

I rubbed his leg under the table, at first he looked shocked then he played along.

Touching, rubbing, teasing and playing the sensual arts of foreplay before the real games begin.

Then we were kissing and licking each other, nibbling, biting ohhh the joy of it all!

I was so caught up in it the next thing I remember

Nakedly gushing like a river and this feeling like euphoria coming over me!

Then our bodies moved as one in rhythm like clockwork our hearts beating and suddenly

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I'm a stupid,

Sorry,

Sack of shit

Sometimes...

...And here comes

Rain clouds,

And all their

Accoutrements.

Don't you

Tear me down

No more,

My liege!...

...The mind,

She poisons

Like disease...

...In vain we

Must strap on

Dungarees,

And face that

Whiskered hedge.

Left untreated

By our

Cruel neglect!...

...So many

Items that

You'd twice forget...

Cast out of eyesight

When on

Hasty spec,

You placed

A wanton

Wager.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

I am the leaf

blowing in the wind

falling into dust

of autumn’s end

Death lingers

to capture

grey bones

and loose skin.

Severed from life

no longer

touched by love

hours hovering

at midnight.

I have wandered far

wasted dregs

forgotten and alone

equalized by death

churned into leaves

strewn at my feet

where I must rest

in the freedom

of the leaves.

She was not being unfaithful, she told herself over and over. She loved her husband and he satisfied her every sexual need except….well, she needed more reassurance, more self-esteem and yes, more foreplay. She felt like he almost took her for granted. She wanted to be told she was the most beautiful woman in the world and that he couldn’t do without her. It was always the same, he rolled over twice a week, and pulled her to him and planted kisses as he reached between her legs and drew her to him. It was almost like he had a sex manual in front of him, following it by rote until she climaxed. Sometimes she faked it when the awkward pawing became too much.

She started experimenting by going online, writing sexy little stories guaranteed to titillate and provoke her audiences. She quickly lost her shyness as she noticed other women doing the same thing on the writing site. Soon, she felt she almost knew the others on the site but felt she needed to go elsewhere. Certainly, she realized that people could be anything they wanted to be on the internet and that their attributes were probably exaggerated.

It was amazingly easy to find another site where interested parties flirted with one another without any intent to carry it any further. Before she knew it, she was fully involved in a cyber affair. At first, they were innocents, just getting to know one another but soon, their conversation became more explicit. They had agreed to just show one another from the neck up but began to discuss all types of foreplay in the most descriptive terms. She could feel the wetness begin as soon as he said “hello” in his husky voice. By the look on his face, he was fully involved as well. Soon, they were moaning and groaning as they touched themselves, using facial expressions and passionate narratives of their activities. After a while, they removed their clothing and lowered the camera.

Without realizing the intensification of their affair, they began to describe the things they wanted to do to one another in graphic detail. When she had built up to a point where she was almost climaxing, she purred her good night, clicked off the computer and crawled into bed with her husband and began the very things that she and her cyber lover had been talking about. Her husband became putty in her hands as he murmured, “Where have you been all my life?”

Realizing that she had the best of both worlds, she stayed with her husband in wild sexual romps but also kept her cyber lover as a spare and as an instigator for her arousing and exciting new sensuality. She wondered to herself offhandedly whether she ought to take another lover but right now, her hands were full. But there would always be another day!