Archive for February, 2019


~….Crimson River….~

As blood runs down the staircase

echoed wisps of decay,

The night is eerily calm

not how it was that day,

Drip drop drip

the crimson gold,

Follow the trail

a story unfold,

Floorboards creak

from heating pipes,

That keep the blood warm

on these cold nights,

River of red

along corridor,

Slowly oozing

from under the door,

Ghosting through

the solid wall,

You expected to see?

not this at all,

Lips the tinge

of deaths kiss blue,

Eyes of glass

do not see you,

Such beauty in

her deathly grace,

A masterpiece amid

torn velvet and lace,

She lays like

A work of art,

Her hands they hold

her delicate heart,

Across the floor

the crimson gold,

So eloquent in death

yet horrors unfold,

The torn drapes

around her bed,

The broken vase and night light

smashed windows ahead,

A tornado happened

inside of this room,

Plundering it of light

leaving nothing but gloom,

Deaths softly kiss

such beauty and grace,

A crimson river

from splendour and lace,

A delicate heart

cut from her breast,

And in her fragile hands laid

in eternal rest…

.x.

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…Dream time…

Laying in your bed, you in the middle, me one side and Dawn the other. I stretched my hand forward, it was early, so early. The room dark and dark outside. Breathing you in, I gently touched your skin, ran my fingers along it feeling the energy spark up my fingertips. I listened to your Breathing, fast asleep. Making slow circles with the tips of my fingers barely touching your right hip. Feeling the warmth radiate off you in waves… slow oh so slow my make the barest touch of circles downwards… down your thigh to the softest most sensitive of skin under your balls. Not even doing it to annoy You, just taking comfort in gently touching you. You grow hard, I feel your cock twitch, run my fingers along it’s ever growing harder shaft… it moves in my fingers direction. I listen and your breathing hasn’t changed. I don’t want to wake you while you’re so at peace. I get up from the bed quietly so as not to wake either of you. Use the bathroom. As I open the door your standing there…

You push me roughly against the wall, your hands holding my wrists against the wall and you kiss me, long and slow getting the reaction you want. You take my wrist and pin it so they’re both pinned under yours together. Your free hand travels my naked body as you lean further kissing downwards, softly biting my neck and kissing me further. Letting my wrists go you take hold of my breast and suck on my nipple flicking it with your tongue as it grows harder. I stifle a moan. Quiet you breathe, before going back to my hard nipple. Your fingers on the other hand at the front of my soft mound, you part my lips and push a finger inside me feeling just how wet I’ve grown, taking your finger back out you rub my clit before pushing 2 fingers deep inside me and start slowly fucking me with them. You feel it building within me and come away from my now elongated nipple. You kiss me. Smile. Slide your soaking wet fingers out from inside me just before I cum. I mewl in protest. You look me in the eyes as you taste your fingers. Then stick them in my mouth. And I suck them hard. It’s not nice making me horny and then leaving, you say. And you push my shoulders so I fall to my knees. Your cock swollen and hard and throbbing. I look up at you eyes wide in the early light. Well? You say…. I kiss the tip of your hot hard cock and it throbs in my hand jumping up. I look up and see you looking down. Taking your hard cock in my hand i kiss along the hard shaft before taking you into my mouth. You let out a held breath. I can sense it before I feel it… as I pull back before sucking you deep again, your hands come down and into my hair gripping me you thrust your hips forward. No teasing, no games, you want to cum. You fuck my warm wet mouth deeply pushing your hot hard cock deep with every thrust holding me tight you fuck my mouth harder, faster as I feel the shaft of your cock travel across my tongue and suck you hard on every thrust into the warmth of my mouth. I hear your breath catch and get ready, you pause, slow down and then thrust deeply into my mouth as your hot cum spurts into the back of my throat. I swallow all you have to give as you slowly thrust into my mouth a few more times completely emptying yourself into my waiting wet mouth. I suck and swallow you clean. You pull out and let go of my hair. You put out your hand and I take it as you pull me up. You push a hand between my legs and feel the wet that has spread down my thighs. No. You say. You don’t get release. Not this time, you say. Licking the sticky wet from your hand. Next time? You won’t tease and then leave. You say quietly with a laugh. Now… back to bed. You grin.

Yes… the above has atrocious grammar(on purpose), no speech marks, etc… again on purpose. The only purpose was to annoy Daddy at work. But I’m a good girl! I wouldn’t do that… would I…

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