You writers confound me.

Tickle me.

Tease me.

Torture me.

How do I write like that, too?

Show don't tell they say.

Your grammar sucks in a really big way.

If only it were numbers I could display,

then show don't tell would certainly play.

How do I write like that, too?

I have to practice what comes easy to some.

But I suppose they feel the same about easy found sum.

Wanting what we don't have we sometimes succomb,

nearly forgetting the challenge we mustn't shy from.

How do I write like that, too?

The secret I think is to never stop pressing the keys

Because that would be a fate worse than disease

A mind fully exercised is never appeased

For it seeks to learn what is not yet expertise

I will write like that, too.

Sliding the knife carefully only to go so deep, she watched her form in the mirror. Blood trickled over the scars of previous curiosities.

She wanted more.

Usually, watching herself and the sting stirred her to arousal. A mix of trepidation and desire to go deeper fueled finding the edge she longed for.

Rubbing the blood all over her naked canvas, she pushed the knife deeper and slid through the skin above her breasts.

The sting was delicious. Tilting her head, she dropped the knife and grabbed her slippery breasts with a smile...

He'd watched enough. Now, for his turn.

Clouds move quicker beyond view some days.

Leaves like fingers in the wind grasping at the time that breezes by.

Trees stand rooted in the now without even seeing the gift of presence.

The path behind appears now only as a flash while the one ahead, like paint drying on a thick, humid day.

The past urges forward while the future draws to an infinite pause.

There's no stopping the clouds on their passerby journey, but the leaves can choose to soak in the beauty before it fades from sight.

Memories to be made instead of missed.

He could see the fire in her gunmetal blue eyes. He sat nestled in the corner window seat catching a glimpse of her neckline as she brushed her sienna curls off her shoulder and turned the page. Her tattered copy of Slaughterhouse-Five had seen better days. An intriguing choice, he thought, wondering if she’d read it multiple times.

Occasionally, she’d bite her lip and follow it with a slow, glistening lick. He had to contain the low growl deep in his chest. They'd only made eye contact once before. It was the first time he'd run into her at the coffee shop and his cock twitched when he’d caught her subtle lemon-vanilla scent as she’d hastily excused herself.

Her fierce eyes and the way her full lips would pout just so…fuck, he wanted to see them wrapped around his cock. He needed to know more. What did she taste like? What was she afraid of? Was he right about the fire he saw in her eyes? She’d seeped into his dreams at night.

As he approached her, she reached down for her handbag as he cleared his throat, “Decent book, anything in particular you like about it?”

She looked up with a furrowed brow. Christ, that was adorable. “Mostly the parts where I’m not bothered while reading it,” she replied curtly.

He chuckled, “Fair enough.” She began to walk toward the door. He grabbed her arm firmly and twisted her on the spot. “Leaving so soon? I want to buy you another cup of coffee.”

She stepped closer and met his gaze, “It’s good to want things.”

Ripping her arm free, she pursed her lips and stormed out of the coffee shop. He followed her onto the busy sidewalk. Bustling people passed by unaware of the predator about to pounce on his prize. She glanced over her shoulder to see his bearded, smug face. She whirled around to confront him. “Can I help you with something, or is being creepy just kind of your thing?”

His gaze seemed to heat as he approached her. Desire, visibly coursing through him.

Her confidence faltered as his darkness drew closer. He noticed the unease in her flushed cheeks and shifting of her hips. She never broke her gaze. “You're a mouthy little thing, aren't you, girl? I wonder if that's because no one has ever shown you what happens to mouthy little girls.”

Rolling her eyes she replied, “Pffft, please. If you think this is mouthy, keep following me and see what happens.”

She turned to walk away, and again he grabbed her arm, this time forcibly guiding her from the view of the busy street to the alley next to the coffee shop. “Listen to me very carefully, bitch. You'll learn some fucking manners, real quick. No more rolling your eyes, or there’ll be consequences. Do you understand me?”

Her nipples hardened and her skin flushed, leaving a wave of heat traveling father down her body. She laughed, “You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to scare me, ol' man.”

His grip shifted to her neck, steadying her to meet his eyes. The crooked smile on her face made him rock hard while anger flooded his veins. He reached up her skirt and ripped the lace covering what he longed to taste. She attempted to knee his groin and scratched at his face but his reflexes were too fast. Suddenly, two fingers were ramming her soft hole. She squirmed in his grip and whimpered for him to stop. He withdrew instantly. Her eyes transfixed as she trembled, seemingly contemplating his next move. He wiped her slickness across her lips and forced his tongue in her mouth. Fuck, she was sweet. Strawberry. He leaned in and whispered, “Time to go learn your lesson, little girl.”

*

Her mind spun as she lay tied to the bare mattress in what she could only assume was his basement. Dread coursed through her entire body. Arms above her head, legs spread, she could feel the musty air all over her cold, naked body. She craned her sore neck to take stock of her surroundings. He’d humiliated her in front of all the onlookers. Their faces glared, baffled while she was dragged by her hair down the busy sidewalk. She’d struggled to break free of his grip the entire way. Not one person made an effort to help her. Instead, they watched mortified and silent.

When she came to she saw one wall was lined with a myriad of devices and what appeared to be hollow glass tubes on a rickety old rack. There was an aquarium-shaped box on the workbench below that was covered in black. There was a dank smell that filled her nose as she began to panic.

He could see her from the top of the stairs. He watched as she looked about the room franticly pulling at her restraints. He closed his eyes and took a deep, satisfying breath.

His steps were like thunder as he stomped down the stairs. He stood beside her shivering, naked body. There was something deeply sinister in his eyes and a matching smirk to boot. He lazily trailed his callused hand up her torso feeling the want in his cock. He stayed silent for just a moment, watching her struggle to be free of his touch. He could see the trepidation welling, her goose-bumped skin glistening, and the fire in her eyes wavering. “Well, hello, little girl, are you ready for your lesson?”

“Go fuck yourself,” she spat. He grinned and slapped her face with a crack that rang in her ears and pushed her face toward her tied arm. Tears began to escape her eyes as his mark formed on her cheek. He turned to the workbench, pulled down one of the larger glass tubes, and reached for the covered box below. With the fluorescent lights flickering above, he was careful not to let her see what he was doing. Finally, he turned around and laid a corked tube in between her pert breasts. His pets fit perfectly there.

Cold sweat and tears burning in her eyes, she blinked quickly to concentrate on what was inside the glass tube. He watched her face as the realization washed over her. Color draining from her neck up, she screamed violently and shuddered in horror. Agitated creatures crawling within the tube rolled back and forth in her distressed attempt to free them from her body. Failing, her voice cracked as she began to beg. “No, no, no, pleeease, no!!”

“Hold still, little girl, or they are going in that tight, greedy hole of yours.”

She was unreservedly beside herself. Tears flooded her terrified eyes. He leaned in to cup her cheek, “So where’s that fucking smart mouth of yours now, hmmm?”

He unzipped his pants and released his hard cock. He laid it on her breasts alongside his trapped pets. “Mmmm, fucking beautiful,” he groaned.

He gripped the back of her hair firmly and forced his length down her throat. She sounded perfect choking on him and begging between thrusts. His pets rolled back and forth between her tits as he pounded against the table. “Yes, that's it, cunt, beg around my cock.”

He withdrew from her and reached for the glass tube. In a low growl, he whispered in her ear as he shoved the glass tube into her mouth. “Let’s see how tight your other fuckhole is, suck.”

He relished the sounds of her teeth clink, clink, clinking between weeping and gagging sounds. Black streams now trailed down her cheekbones through her hairline. “Oooh, eeeaase, oh.”

He spit on his hand and pushed two long fingers into her ass. She bucked against her restraints as the will began to leave her eyes. When she'd lubed the glass tube to his liking, he began teasing her ass with the bulbous threat. He leaned in and licked the sweat from her cheek and pushed his little pets’ cage deep into her tightness. Her screams only fueled his pumping as he fucked her with the tube. The makeshift dildo slipped in and out, in and out. With two fingers, he pushed into her pussy and hooked them up and rubbed. Her body betrayed her with more slickness with each come here motion.

He positioned himself between her legs. Drinking in the mess before him, he pulled his pets from their dark assault and set them aside. Her breathing was ragged. “Not just yet, little slut.”

He teased her clit and blood-swelled lips with the head of his leaking cock. He grinned and slapped her sloppy pussy, savoring the sweet smell of fear mingling with their sex. She began to thrash and weep as he plunged inside. Pump, pump, pumping the inevitability of his lesson inside her. He reached for his pets.

Pop.

The cork removed and she went rigid as he continued to thrust. Her hole gripping tighter, he said, “My pets would like to play, too, little girl.”

He emptied her vilest fears onto her pale belly. She screamed and flailed as he held her down by her hips. Dozens of eight-legged freaks tickle-fucked her skin and spread across her abdomen. He grunted as she cried and convulsed on his thick cock. He watched as his pets trailed over her nipples, while others sought the warmth of her smooth, shiny mound.

He sped with commanding force toward his own end. She begged, “P-p-please, I-I'm sorry, I won’t…” With her plea, he thrust one final time and shot his load deep inside her. His hot streams filling her hole as he fell apart and his sweat trickled on her face. He stood and watched as his panicked, tiny demons now crawled about them both. Slipping out of his soft, dripping prize, he watched as she lay there, filled with his apparent lesson. His pets enjoyed the warmth of her ruined cunt.

Her silence and tears pleased him greatly. One by one, he gathered his frantic monsters from her and carefully returned them to the box. Her face nestled in her arm, she continued to sob and shake. He ran his rough hand the length of her body, resting at her breast. Trailing kisses up her arm, he leaned in and whispered ominously, “I wonder what lesson you’ll need tomorrow, my mouthy little girl."

I know not the roots from which they come,

but they spring forth regardless of sum.

Thoughts strung together, no glue,

as meaningless as string without it's shoe.

Be careful the words you say out of spite,

they only stop you from seeing what's right.

Mornings have meaning in legs intertwined.

Breakfast tastes better with his hands on mine.

Midday sun on my face feels bright,

when his kisses smooth away all of my plight.

By dinner my thoughts shift to his lips,

where all I can think is him licking my hips.

Not much else gets me wet like the fervent suck,

Besides his growl when we begin to get lost and fuck.

He ordered her down on her knees. Wearing nothing but her grandmother's pearls and the black shiny stilettos he gave her the first time they met. She knew how much he loved her freshly marked ass and the way her silky legs looked as she walked away wearing his mess.

"Suck me, dirty girl”

She fastened her lips on the tip of his hardening cock. Sucking and swirling and flicking the way she knew would give her what she wanted to hear. A low grumble escaped his throat as he thrust farther into her warm mouth. She choked at the violating push now at the back of her throat. It stirred her so to feel him inside her.

She reached around the back of her slender neck and drew her curls aside. Continuing to take him in, she relaxed and rubbed her tongue along his pulsing base. Back and forth, back and forth. Fuck she loved feeling him grow for her. A brief popping sound filled her ears as she broke suction momentarily to remove the opalescent beads.

She looked up at him briefly to make as much eye contact as she could muster. She wanted him to see the desire swimming inside her. Gently, she wrapped the beads around his cock from base to tip and rubbed his leaking pleasure on her lips.

She wrapped her soft hands around his cock and her pearls slowly stroking. Rolling the beads repeatedly up and down on him over and over. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and kissed her deeply. Tasting his saltiness on her lips. Her breathy moans and purposed hands rolling the beads around his growing climax. She felt the wetness between her thighs become slick with want.

His head tilt back and she felt his release drawing near. She removed the beads and stood before him as if to ask permission. His nod set fire on her skin. She straddled him and lowered her swollen pussy down the length of him, taking him all in. She gasped as her hips began to roll and push him deeper inside her. His hands found her hips and fingers dug into her skin letting her know he was close.

He pulled her in, teeth and hot breath against the sweetness of her neck.

“You want my come, dirty girl.”

*Yes, p-please.*

His hands gripped her throat and squeezed as he thrust hot streams deep inside her greedy cunt. She pulsed and shook coming down on him one last time to milk the remains of his claim. Her head rest on the nape of his neck to recover her labored breath.

“I doubt that’s what Grandma had in mind for those pearls, my dirty girl.”

She stood up and and kissed him hard before she turned to walk away and give him favored view. She glanced over her shoulder before leaving the room.

*Well, then she’ll probably not approve of what I have planned next.*

I spent so much time running the what-if analysis on how everything could possibly play out in my life that I probably could have gotten a 4 year degree in the time I've wasted. At the least. Hours upon hours spent telling myself what I couldn't do after listening to others reasons why my ideas were far-fetched or unrealistic. That's not how I'm want to look back on my life.

I want to see smiling and remember good relationships. I want to see that I learned to handle life as it comes instead of planning for all it's contingencies and having it pass me by. I want to see my decisions to do things like travel the world were exactly the best thing I could have done for myself regardless of how it all turns out. I want to see all the times I fell and picked myself back up.

My biggest life lesson...

There is no try. There is only do or don't. And if you don't, you'll never know if you could. I don't know about anyone else, but crashing and burning at something isn't half as soul-sucking as having regrets. So get out there, go show yourself what you CAN do.