He felt his whole body, burning with intense heat for her. She turned over and took a deep sigh. He smiled. Then looked at her~ he did not want the night of fun to come to an end any time soon. She was acting so wild, & he wondered what he did to deserve this. His phone pinged. A message from his wife: ‘I’m on my way home, honey.’

A Tribute To My Future Wife: A Girl Worth.....For

When I am blessed with a wife, she will be...

A girl worth fighting for

A girl worth waiting for

A girl worth working/labouring for

A girl worth searching for

A girl worth caring for

A girl worth enduring for

A girl worth looking for

A girl worth praying for

A girl worth being strong for

A girl worth hoping for

A girl worth settling down for

A girl worth living for

A girl worth being there for

A girl worth changing for

A girl worth going the extra mile for

A girl worth dying for

A girl worth being grateful for

A girl worth aspiring for

A girl worth longing for

A girl worth being happy for

A girl worth loving for

She will be a girl I’m thankful for “Some people are just worth melting for” – Olaf (Frozen)

#AGirlWorth

#FutureWife

#Tribute

The demons bring out their whips—

Skeletons are brought to their knees

A place that seems to have no end—-

With blazing infinite flames~~

It has a ruler~

She marches around....

Checking in on things...

Once taken down there..

There is no way to escape.

Shrieks of agonizing pain ring

Like a loud GONG!

A lamenting song,

There’s no way to tell time there.

Always dark & gloomy,

Full on spooky——

Welcome to Hell.

#ABYSS

There is nothing more painful than Conception...

that moment we've first become sentient beings.

It's said that Labor is the most painful thing and it maybe 

but I point out that this is physical, and occasional...

But day in and day out we are most oppressed by Idea.

The more sensitive the man the bigger the Burden...

the responsibility to carry to term something wholesome

(a super nova of a brain child to bless the world withall)

And accordingly the absence of this is just as painful

as the actual carriage... or god forbid miscarriage...

like with the explosive birth of "nuclear" versus

the slow tarrying evolution of "solar power"

And this analogy is leading to a dramatic conclusion

of the times whence an idea, conceived small and sickly

as a Misconception must be as if aborted... decisively 

a painful life changing recognition of cutting away

Tearing of the thoughts we've been gestationing

daily from night until dawn and even in sleep

our ambition compels us to keep on trying...  

for that all important ground breaking novel Idea.

#ThereIsNothingMorePainfulThan #Challenge

Have you ever looked around you and felt like the whole world is a big pile of stinking shit? I have. I do this every day of my life.

I wake up. I piss, wash dress and eat. I go to school. I live my life. I exist.

But there will always be something out there that I don't like. Something I don't agree with or something that makes me mad.

I am my own person with my own thoughts and it's exactly that, that has made me a target.

I won't bow down just because I've been told to. I won't drop what I'm doing and become somebody's object because that's how things should be.

Why should I? Why should I belong to anybody other than myself?

I'll tell you why. Because that is exactly what life for the majority of people is now. The world has changed and changed over the years until it started at the beginning again.

I'm sure you knew that things that were in fashion circled until they were fashionable again.

The same happens with life.

And if you happen to have a pair of tits strapped to your chest and a hole where your dick should be it means you're female. Aka a bitch, a slut, a slave.

That's right a slave. Because every woman on earth lives to serve a man. Right? We crave to be their plaything. Their very own toy to use as they wish.

We want to worship the ground our masters walk upon. Right?

Wrong! So fucking wrong, that the whole Bastard world makes me sick.

And because I don't agree with the way things are now, and the way things are supposedly supposed to be, it only makes them want me more.

My looks don't help the matter. I'm attractive. What's the point in being modest when one day I will have to kneel and tell my master what my pussy feels like whilst I shove my finger up the twat.

There is no point in lying. I'm attractive.

My silver blonde hair is completely natural and swings to my hips. My blue eyes are wide and bright.

I have the body of a woman and the face of a child. Which is exactly why I use the darkest of eye make up to mask the Innocence that shows there.

It's for all these reasons above that I have managed to make myself a target. Because everybody wants what they can't have.

And fuck! Somebody will get to train the bad girl. The one that can't be trained. Some fucking God will take the challenge of fixing the broken slave and win.

Well do you know what? I'm not a fucking slave. Whoever takes me as a challenge will regret it. I intend on making their life a misery.

I will not be trained!

I am not a game.

And I will never, ever belong to another human being for as long as I shall live.

So all of these dogs can come at me…

I'll show them all how a real bitch bites.

And to everybody else out there.

Be you! Always and forever.

She'll get a hold on you believe it 

Like no other 

Before you know it you'll be on your knees 

She's an easy lover 

She'll take your heart but you won't feel it 

She's like no other 

And I'm just trying to make you see

She's the kind of girl you dream of 

Dream of keeping hold of 

You'd better forget it 

You'll never get it 

She will play around and leave you 

Leave you and deceive you 

-Easy lover. Phil Collins.

David visibly flinched as he watched a group of almost adults not follow the instructions ordered by the beautiful brunette in army issued clothing. He watched as one was taken to the ground with a knee to the groin. One taken down by a sharp jolt of electricity from the woman's taser and one slowly followed suit. Carefully dropping to his knees and mentally wishing for no pain. He succeeded.

From that particular checkpoint all males were made to crawl. David was getting closer and closer to the checkpoint and his heart raced. A number of officers soon formed a group as it became obvious they'd have trouble with more than a few.

He could hear his friends as though they were far away. Laughing at the scene ahead of them. Preparing for the games ahead. They must be stupid. They don't think it's real.

“On your knees!” the brunette barked. Her baton raised at the ready.

His closest friend, Alfie went first and with a smirk responded to the order dealt to him. “Alright then my lovely…” he bent at the waist and slowly began to drop to his knees before raising his face to meet hers. “You're gonna get on your knees after though, right? Give me a good gobble!”

His smile was still fresh when with a smile, she swung the heavy black baton his way. Cracking the weapon into his face and dropping the poor man to his knees. He screams out, clutching his bloody nose, warbled noises exited his throat. His friends still laughed.

“Fucking hell! Alfies in on it.

“Who knew?”

“He's a damn good actor!”

They're stupid! If any of them had taken the time to look at David, they'd have seen his shock. His fear. The incredulous look on his face showed them everything they needed to know. This was real. And so very terrifying.

But they didn't look back at their friend. They watched on in excited glee as Alfie was grabbed by the balls and shoved into the arms of another before being dragged away. Trying hard to keep up with the woman ragging him along the sand by his hair.

It took another 15 minutes until they realised the severity of the situation. Alfie bled a lot. Most of the others were forced to crawl in a similar fashion to everybody before them, but AD was different. He shouted he fought and he called the female gods before him, awful insulting names. He wasn't one to be pushed around and he certainly wasn't going to be forced to crawl by a woman!

They laughed at his anger which only infuriated him more. They hit him and spat on him. They pulled his hair and stripped him of his clothes.

“That was one privilege removed already!” a curvy blonde with large breasts yelled into his face. She grabbed his shaggy brown hair and pulled him with an almighty strength to shove his face into her tits. She held him there as he struggled against her. Another woman took revenge on his attitude as he tried in vain to escape the blondes clutches. He scratched at her arms as her huge tits took his breath.

The small petite Japanese lady with the tiny waist and funky pixi cut had a sadistic violence that you wouldn't think could fit in such a small, cute package. Her lips stretched into a malicious grin as she again snapped her hand out and shot electric currents between the man's legs. She was enjoying herself as the majority of guests stared in horror. It was just as she positioned her baton at ADs rear hole that she was interrupted.

“That's enough Akari! I want our guests in and taught rules before you start cheating your fun out of them.”

The woman appeared from the smallest of the cabins nearby. Her pale face and blue black hair should have made her look dealthy…  it didn't. She beckoned attention and each woman turned their head towards her.

She stalked forward with a swish of her hips.  Her bare feet leaving prints in the sand and her flowing black gown cleaning them up again. She was beautiful. She slowly allowed her eyes to traipse along the gathering of people before they stopped at David.

“You can come with me.” Her voice was calm but demanding. She didn't ask. She ordered. She just did it nicely. As she turned and walked away. He felt himself follow her like he was a puppet and she pulled his strings.

He was enamoured.

He feared for his life.