I seriously mustache you a question?
"It is her career to grab your attention, to stop your heart and catch your breath if even for a single moment. She was born to be adored, bred to be admired, every glance casted her way is a personal victory, as if she earned her paycheck, for a job well done. Every intake of breath and low, soft whistle is simply icing on the cake for what she already knows.
From the swell of her breasts to the curve of her ass, if she turns your head and forces you to look again, you have made her smile, and life really is as simplistic as a small smile presented from a stranger.”
"He is the keeper of the storms, a swirling, inundation of torrential downpour, whereas she is his softness, his gentle breeze, wisps of clouds and ray of sunlight. They are the perfect balance of right and wrong, light and dark, sun and moon, not quite opposites but what feeds the other. A moth to a flame, in a chaotic world that no longer takes the time to stop and smell the roses.
If one were to falter the other would be their salvation, to pick one up if they were to fall, their life together is sweet and simplistic, all problems are solved with unending adulation, unconditional love, and a rejuvenating rain that washes away the problems of the day, the moment one falls into the others arms. Everyday is new, every morning appreciated when all is right in the world with a simple glance beside them, reassured the other is there, to chase the darkness, away.”
"A woman SHOULD be defined by her curves, for you to say you did not look would be a deceitful lie, no one would believe. It is okay to take sneaky glances, a casual swerve of your head, admiring the way her curls glide down her back, to the accent of her breasts and the hour glass her stomach falls into as you trace the map of her body to her hips.
The fun does not stop there as you explore her back side, all the while your looks becoming longer, lingering as you reach her thighs and the strength in her calves, down to the delicate arches of her feet.
The best part is…. when she turns around to face you, there is a whole new world to explore….”
To say he was in a foul mood would be putting it mildly, if one of those humans so much as looked into his eyes he would end them before they had a chance to take a deep breath. Keeping his head bowed low to the ground, and the collar of his trench coat pulled up against the brisk wind, he made his way down the empty streets, snarling at any vagrants and seedy prostitutes that dared a glance at him.
At the end of the block he made a sharp right into a dark alley, knocking once but forcefully against the iron door, meeting with the eyes of the bouncer whom towered over him, but still the Stormsinger did not flinch, merely raised his brow as if to say, “I know I’m stunning, get the fuck out of my way.” Nodding his head at the statement that was never uttered aloud, the man opened the door and stepped aside, allowing him inside.
The room was dim, the atmosphere hollow, but there was a bar and lots of women exposing their tits and ass to any man holding out a dollar bill. He rolled his eyes at the stench of desperation in the air, but whom was he to argue, tits were tits, even if none were note worthy or spectacular.
Keeping his head down, he made his way to the bar, taking a moment to admire the bartender in her scantily clad crop top that left very little to the imagination, before raising his eyes to hers. Speaking quietly he ordered a whiskey and averted his eyes away from her gaze. It would surely help his mood to get laid but not by a woman who stank of stale sweat and even more repugnant cheap perfume.
Turning his chair the moment he had his drink, he allowed himself to look up, scanning the room for anything that may be of interest to him. His eyes falling on a woman who took his breath away. She was in a dark corner of the strip club, all alone, but all eyes were on her, as if an invisible force field hung around her not to get too close. As if he ever fucking listened anyhow. If she was one of the strippers, she certainly was not dressed for the occasion, in a form fitting black dress and fishnet stockings, that slid down her long legs beautifully. Her leather jacket hung off her shoulders as she swayed her hips to the music, a look of hunger and need shown on her face. He could see it even from where he sat, and as one of the females came up to him, running her fingers along his neck, whispering in his ear asking if she could service him, he gripped her wrist and yanked on it to grab her attention.
"I want that one." He pointed to the woman in the corner, once more held spellbound by the sway of her hips. "I can’t give you that one." The scent of old beer, her breath reeked of was unpleasant and nauseating, and he felt his anger grow. "Perhaps your stupid as well as ugly." He stood up, towering over her in his six foot stature, repeating his previous statement, only growling it this time. "I want her." The stripper shook her head back and forth. "I don’t know who she is, she comes in here almost every night, sits in the corner and then disappears. She doesn’t work here."
The Stormsinger released her wrist and pushed her away, downing his whiskey in one gulp before making his way slowly over to the corner, his eyes never leaving the rotating hips of that woman. One whom seemed so familiar, one he was practically salivating to see those same long legs wrapped around him.
For a few moments he just watched her, she seemed oblivious to the entire room, and yet could not help but think she was feeding off of the environment. Whatever it may be she was breath taking and his impatience got the better of him. Stepping closer he leaned into her, keeping his voice nonchalant and steady. “The beauty queen over there, informs me you do not work here.” He pointed with his head, and said it as a statement of fact instead of a question. He could tell now she was merely a patron, one that every man and most women in the room probably wished would get her ass on that stage to make the night more memorable.
"That’s right." Her voice was reminiscent of dripping honey, soft, sweet, and absolutely addictive, and he quickly racked his brain to think of another question to get her talking again. Morrigan lifted her head and met the eyes of the man, holding in her gasp when they fell upon the clearest, most pristine set of blue eyes she had ever seen. She was ready to tell him to fuck off but was captivated for a moment as she found herself lost, before shaking her head to clear it. "Do you work here?" She smiled as she teased him. "I can’t tell through the heavy coat you are wearing but I bet you have a nice body. Why don’t you put a show on for me?"
She sat down in the chair, leaning back, her eyes glittered with mischief but her expression was one of complete seriousness as she waited for his response.
Momentarily taken aback by her lack of fear of him, he smiled briefly at the way she teased him. The gods help him, she actually made him relax as his shoulders eased and he stepped closer. From across the room she was beautiful, but here in the low light, face to face she was stunning, he could not find a mark or imperfection on her skin, and without thinking he removed his coat, slinging it over the chair across from her before sitting down. “If I was a fucking stripper I would not be working in a shit hole like this.” He smirked as he let his eyes rove over her. She did not seem to mind the attention, perhaps even reveled in it as he took his time looking her over. “Although I may be persuaded to take my clothes off for you.” His smile grew, growing almost evil as he continued to stare at her. “That is, of course, if you go first.”
"You want me to undress for you?" She shrugged her shoulders and stood up, grabbing his wrist and pulling him so he stood up, turning her back to him and making her way to the back room. Once there she shut and locked the door before turning him around. A normal human would sneer at her, thinking she was easy, but that was far from the case, she was very choosy, but she was fucking horny and had not fed in days, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was gorgeous, and she could happily feast of his flesh.
As requested she began to undress, first the jacket slipping from her arms onto the floor, followed by the tight dress. Soon she was standing in front of him, in a lacy black bra and matching panties cut very low at the hip, the fishnet stockings only thigh high and held fast with a garter belt. Fuck if he did not feel his mouth begin to water, surprised by her brazen attitude, but he was not about to complain.
Outside the door, a heavy metal song began to play and she pushed on his chest, sending him sailing backwards in a chair, and her slinking stealthy like a cat, moved closer.
He was stunned as he sat back, a low protective growl emanating through his throat and he watched her shiver, the reaction causing his pants to grow tighter and more uncomfortable as he squirmed in his seat, needing relief. She was so close to him now, a whisper away, and the scent of her was intoxicating, a mixture of wildflowers that left him wanting a taste as his nails dug into the arms of the chair.
She stopped in her tracks, looking down at him, goosebumps sliding up her arms at the silhouette of the hard on in his pants became clear. “Need a little help with that?” She purred, falling gracefully to her knees in front of him. She watched his hand tremble, knowing instantly he wanted to wrap his fingers in her long chestnut curls, but something held him back. She was ready to play, needed it in fact, and in the brighter lights of the room she was captivated by how good looking this man was. Not a single inhibition disabled her mind as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor and allowing her full breasts to be in full view. Lifting her head to meet his eyes. “See something you want?”
”Yes….” His voice was barely above a whisper, his mouth dry and parched as he cleared his throat, his eyes glued to a perfect pair of tits. Believe me he had seen plenty, getting laid for a man like him was effortless, but every time she moved, came closer, as he breathed her in and allowed his eyes to ravage her body he wanted her more and more, the hard on in his pants could cut steel as it begged to be released, and he groaned as he looked up at her, her eyes trained on the bulge in his pants, licking those full luscious lips.
"A man of very few words." She teased as she leaned into him, sucking her breath in the moment she touched him. A sharp electrical current traveled through her veins, from her fingertips to her toes leaving her entire body tingling and hungry as she reached for his zipper listening with growing want at the loud pull of each tooth of his zipper moved lower, and he lifted up so she could pull his pants down, his cock straining hard against his briefs, a growing bead of liquid dotting the material and she almost came right then and there. Never had she recalled being so turned on, a succubus was always wanting but none ever satisfied her, she would fuck them until they broke, never reaching her full satisfaction. But him, she wanted him, she would try hard not to break this one.
He watched her like a moth to the flame, as her fingers slipped under the band of his briefs and pulled downward, his cock springing out with a life of its own, straining hard against his belly. Already he felt the precum dripping out against his abdomen, making his skin sticky and he watched her every move, like a woman possessed she reached down and wrapped her long delicate fingers around the base, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of it in her hands, before leaning in, her warm breath millimeters from the head, and still she never took her eyes off of him. As her tongue darted out and lapped at the head of his cock, his head fell back on the chair, ready to explode in her hand and she had barely touched him
The moment the bead of salty precum hit her tongue she trembled, her eyes closing as another shiver ravaged her spine, as if she was addicted she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, greedy to feel every inch sliding down her throat, as she moved her head down, and back up again, her tongue sliding along the underside following the smooth veins. She wanted to experience every inch, taste everything as her head began to bob up and down.
"Fucking hell." He growled vehemently as he took big fistfuls of her soft hair between his fingers pulling it up and out of the way to see her face, her eyes locked on his and it took everything in his power not to cum down her throat in that moment. Instead he lifted his hips, sliding his cock further down her throat as he met her rhythm, fucking her mouth as she bobbed up and down, in perfect rhythm. His fingers pulled tight, pulling and tearing at her hair but he was a man possessed now, her mouth warm, wet, tight and perfect against his erection, as if she knew every trick to make him moan as she cupped his balls in her soft hands and swirled her tongue around the head, paying closer, personal attention to the sensitive end.
Lifting up, she sat up on her knees, his cock nice and wet from her mouth and she spread his legs wide and crawled between them, pressing her body tight against him. As she did, his cock fell between her breasts, as she rubbed them against the sides. He took the hint immediately, his hips bucking up wildly, fucking between her tits as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock each time the head peeked through the mound of her breasts.
Roaring out from the sensation of the perfect mounds of flesh, he came hard on her breasts, covering them with sticky beads of cum, over and over it spurted like a mini volcano until her chest was covered in beads of white and he fell back against the chair trying to catch his breath. He watched her intently as she breathed deeply, closing her eyes as she fed on the satisfaction of his orgasm. Before she stood up, and crawled into his lap, leaning into him as she straddled his hips, her knees going to either side of his legs.
She was warm, an unearthly heat fell against his leg as he watched her. Leaning in she wrapped her hands in his hair, pulling the long strands away from his face as her mouth found his pressing hard, as her tongue sought the shelter of his mouth, wrapping her tongue with his as she kissed him deeply. He could feel her hard nipples pressed against his chest and within moments he felt his cock stir to life, ready for more. Could you blame him, gorgeous woman with wet panties grinding against your leg as she kissed you, little murmurs of pleasure vibrating your lips as her hard nipples covered in your jizz pressed against your chest. Heaven was fucking real alright and he was living it, right now.
Reaching down between their legs she tore the thin material of her panties from her body, hovering that delicious smelling cunt inches from his rock hard cock, the juices dripping down against his skin, the scent sweet and intoxicating in the air. Before he could take a deep breath she had impaled herself on top of him, slowly allowing her hips to rise and fall against him and fuck was she amazing, as if she was made for him. Her body fit perfectly against his, warm, soft, and he fit inside of her like a glove. The rise and fall of her hips growing in intensity, only causing him to kiss her harder.
She ravaged him, but he allowed her, she could taste the blood from where her fangs pierced his lips, and yet he did not so much as flinch but kissed her harder, his hips rising off the chair to match the rhythm of hers, their bodies slapping together, as his hands gripped her hips. Her nails tore at his shirt, leaving it in ribbons along with the flesh of his back, but he did not care, he wanted more, demanded it in fact as he stood up with her, and changed their positions, never breaking that intense kiss as her back hit the chair and he was fucking her, hard, deep and fast, possessed by the little noises she made, the harder he fucked the deeper her nails went and the more of those delicious little moans sounded in his ears.
Time stood still as they fucked in that back room, no one ever bothered them even as he heard the music go off and the owner lock up for the night, still they did not stop, positions changing, bodily fluids exchanged, they fed off of one another, tasting every each of the others body, fuck, he even drank his own cum out of her pussy and still slid his tongue inside her as to not miss a drop.
When they finally collapsed onto a heap on top of one another, sweaty bodies and tangled limbs, she laid her head on his shoulder and let her entire body relax, which quite possibly was the best moment of the night, the way her curves molded to his and she felt perfect in his arms as he ran his fingers down the length of her back, stroking her smooth skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed, his dark, black heart melting the moment he felt her smile against his neck, a soft, happy murmur the only sound in the room, mingled with the slowing beats of their hearts.
Once upon a time, we wanted to grow up, tired of homework, school yard bullies and waking up early to sit in a class room all day. We took everything for granted, from summer days in the backyard playing catch, to the family meals, reassured in the knowledge that tomorrow there would be another. It was carefree to be a child, when you had parents whom loved you, you truly never wanted for anything, because without your knowledge of the efforts they put forth to protect you, you were safe from the cruel world that awaited when you became an adult.
Now, you cleave to those memories, daddy, daughter days after he got home on Saturdays, his mannerisms, how he would react to a given situation. You pick up the phone whenever something good happens because you want to tell him all your small triumphs in life. Then you remember life is not that easy anymore, you continue to make the same mistakes, stuck in the past when he was ALWAYS there.
Truthfully, most days, though I hide it well I hate the world, I hate a world that continues to exist without you, because why didn’t it stop for everyone else the day it stopped for me? Why is it so easy for everyone else to move on, when a part of my world, that part that protected me, is gone?
Why do I still have trouble falling asleep, why do I keep playing that last time I saw you over and over in my head on constant repeat because the minute I see you I start crying. Why does everyone look at you funny, when they take their parents for granted and you chastise them for it because they do not know how lucky they are?
Why am I mad that my babies are still too young, why don’t they get to know what it felt like to have you take them car shopping, to teasingly put them in the place when they knowingly do something stupid? Why can no one answer any of my questions, and why is it in a few short months it will be a year since you left and I STILL expect to wake up tomorrow and have it all have been one bad dream.
I do not feel like the same person anymore, I feel like a piece of me is gone and I’m no longer whole, I try to hide it, I try to pretend but there are too many reminders that life is unfair, too many songs, too many memories, too many wants and dreams I wanted you to experience with us all.
Why can’t I learn to stop being angry? Why can’t I figure out how to accept it?
You NEVER stop being a daddy’s girl, you never stop wanting your daddy when you have a bad day, you never learn that it is okay to fix your own problems, when Daddy did it so effortlessly. You never stop saying I love you, cleaving to hear it in return.
It never gets easier, do not let the world lie to you. You never get another Daddy, you had one, and he’s special, and nothing can take his place, or fill that giant hole in your heart.
this curse can by broken by the only true love in my life and the only reason i would even want to wake ..
"I want it, all of it, all the time. Every heartbeat, sharp breath, and bead of sweat that runs down your body. I demand hard presses of your flesh to mine, the knead of your fingers against the curves of my body, I want to feel you there hours later as I lay there basking in the triumph of our fucking. Sweetness aside, I reserve this moment in time for our bodies to intertwine, rough, hard, back breaking, rake of nails, and indention of teeth to linger weeks from this moment, the delicate bruising a souvenir of my need for you.
My scalp should tingle from the grip of your fingers in my hair, my ass sore from your thrusts, I want to memorize the stretch of my inner walls as you slide inside of me, over and over again.
Maim me, mark me, remind me where I belong, and do so by forcing me to bathe in the scent of your skin, and the scars of our love battle worn like medals against my flesh. Show me your power, and for one moment forget I am the succubus, and can kill you with one powerful thrust of my pelvis…. but I will not, not as long as you continue to feed my demon, forever….”
"Your desire is palpable, you can taste it, feel it against your flesh, smell it lingering in the air, it has taken on a life of its own that demands your attention, your resolve slipping as every second ticks by. Your eyes follow my every move, from the brush of my fingers through my long silky, tresses to follow along my waist, to the curve of my hips, and you find yourself biting your lip to stifle a whimper.
I was bred to tempt humanity, drive men to madness, I make no apologies for the pheromones I protrude, the creamy texture of my skin, the curves, once followed is a decadent road map to your greatest sins. It simply means I am good at my job, I manage to sustain all your wants, but never was I forged to quench them.
My element is to cause insanity, destruction, to drive men to commit monstrosities for one taste. I am not a good girl, I am a demonic being of faultless faculties, the perfect weapon, pure evil that delights in ones misery. I feed off your want, swim in your lust.
Desire on human, you only serve to fuel my needs as I breathe it all in, and bask in the pain I inflict upon you…”
"Go ahead child and tap the glass, this is not merely your reflection you see staring back. Amongst the turns and twists, deep within its bowels, something far more evil awaits, until your guard is down. For each dimensional force, wishes to be free, and when one is dead, they want nothing more to have what you possess.
Brush your hair and sing lovely songs, see your smiling face staring back at you, waiting silently as they smile back in return to make their move, and to pull you through, into their world, far more subdued. Where no matter how much you plead, beg and scream for release, no one will hear you, your fate sealed in eternity. Until the day another grows far too curious and reaches out for one small caress, and you can snatch them in, pulling them through.
A never ending cycle of devious exchanges, a push and pull for proper residence, shared by your doppelganger. Nothing is as easy, or simplistic as it seems, and when you stand before your mirror tonight, children, brushing your little teeth, do not lean in too closely, for their patience wears thin……”
Hush now child, do not cry,
it is not so bad really, that everyone had to die.
You have become a true artist, masterful with blood,
your audience captivated, your sweet reputation akin, amongst the mud.
Now it is true that you rightfully belong,
among the dredges of society, you wrote the lyrics to this sinister song.
Madness brought you peace, at least for that solemn moment,
that the knife sank into their screaming throats, your lust you had to vent.
Solitary confinement will not be so bad,
for you have the vivid memories of the Jackson Pollock you left the day you went mad.
Once upon a time, or so the story is told,
a dismal casualty of war, her soul she willingly sold.
A female of unsubstantial residence, lived with many a plight,
she gave up her life, and easily ended the fight.
Her demons how they howled and sought to latch until she screamed,
her fragile mind shattered, all she had wanted, lost all she dreamed.
Now as she wallows in her self pity, deep in the bowels of Hell,
she found her end not so merry, the solemn day she fell.