Whenever they talk about it, they say I was raped. But I don’t agree. When I tell them that, they say I’m in denial.
The truth is that there was no physical coercion; no clothes were torn off. In fact, he never touched me.
And also, he was a gentleman. I guess that was the problem. He conducted himself with the utmost propriety. It wasn’t that he was trying to be deceitful, that’s really how he was.
We met in a most ordinary manner – at a bus stop. I’m not sure what was different about him. I turned and he was there. Thus began our whirlwind romance.
The hilarious thing was how everybody loved him. He was sweet. The kind who loves your mother and plays with your younger siblings. And he was a looker.
I’m lying on the floor, bleeding. He is sitting in a chair and smiling at me. Continue reading
It wasn’t meant to sting, but it stung nonetheless. Not the whispers behind my back, not the thinly concealed mockery, but the words flung at my face. An accusation begging denial. My breathing comes in short gasps, and I cannot find the words to refute them. The accusations hang in the air, and I let them, sagging my shoulders in shame.
My sigh is one of despair. This is all I can do to stop the groan of sadness rising up within me. My first thought is to run and hide, but that won’t do. Nor will my next thought – to throw caution to the wind and fly like a kite without a home.
“You think too much!” he yells at me, as he unsuccessfully tries to slide his hand between my thighs.
“You need to let go and experience things…” his murmurs meet my unyielding lips. Continue reading
Categories: Private Journal
Tags: desire, Fulfillment, Indecision, love, men, Romance, seduce, seduction, Virgin, Womanhood, woo
“So, you like this boy?”
“No dad. I’m in love with him.”
Chris gave a short laugh.
“You say it like there’s a world of difference between the two.”
His daughter was now frowning her upturned face at him.
“You know, during my time we never used “in love” except when it was a really heated relationship. And yeah, when we were also much older. You know, marriage kind of older.”
He put on a smile just as Christy’s smile burst into her most outrageous girly laugh.
“Dad, you sure can’t be serious.”
She laughed again, while he tried very hard to keep the smile on.
“Come on! I sure won’t be talking marriage for like another ten years!” Continue reading
Categories: Lil Pieces of Fiction
Tags: Boyfriend, dad, desire, Family, Father, Fatherhood, fifteen, girl, girlfriend, kill, love, Lovers, mum, Passion
In your eyes
I found a fire
Your pouting lips
Fanning my desire
Your lilting touch
Making me go haywire
Heat that don’t scorch
Your skin against mine
I have never known such
Lost to all sense of time
Our passions broiling
Intoxicating like old wine
Burning a hole in my head
Culminating in sweet release
Leaving us not tired
But at ease
To wonder as inspired
At what makes us tick
The cuddling afterward
Or the chemistry between us
Cross the road
How long will you stand still
You can’t make it to the other side
If you remain on your side
How long will you hold still
You can’t make any progress
If you make no move to progress
What are you afraid of
Scared to fail
Go ahead and fail
Change is inevitable
You either make the change
Or face another’s change
It matters not which way
All you need do, is be on your way
Tags: act, bold, change, decide, decisive, desire, failure, fear, hesitation, Indecision, motivation, Move It, poem, Poems, Poetry, progress, success
“Ask not for my heart, but do not reject my flesh.”
“But you belong to another. Is that not his ring on your finger?”
“Still your hands linger. You cannot deny that my desire is matched by yours.”
Soft gentle breaths bearing the scent of berries
From lips glossed a similar color
Tender flesh traversing hard muscles
Calloused palms exploring arcs and curves
Strong arms steady frame against frame
Her voice gentle, yet scorching
“You will not deny me your lips.
Afterall, it was you who unlocked my gates.
Your milk, the very first that watered my gardens.”
Voice husky, choking on his flames
“I intended that it be the only milk you ever were to taste”
Interrupting, her fingers trace his lips
A gardener should never leave his garden unattended.”
His retort is slippery ice
“I suppose a flower cannot be kept from bees.”
Flesh against flesh, hard and fast
The sound of a woman’s fury
Slender fingers imprinted upon ruddy cheek
In between forced breaths
Words fly from between her teeth
“There have only been two.
You and him.
And that’s how it’ll stay.
Now take me
And humiliate me no further.
For my body belongs to you
But my soul is his.”
Tags: Bees, desire, Fence, First Love, Flowers, Garden, Gardener, Honey, Infidelity, Lips, love, Lover, Milk, poem, Poems, Poetry, Puppy Love, Taste, Theft
You want not that which I have to give.
You give not that which I desire.
You take from me that which I cherish.
You pay not in coins which I can count.
Your exchange is for my soul.
With it, you possess also my flesh.
Maybe only for a while;
So it would seem.
But it scars my spirit.
And these remain for life.
Tags: Body, Coins, desire, Flesh, Lady, Life, love, Man, Money, Poems, Poetry, Possess, Riches, Scars, Sex, Sold my soul, Soul, Spirit, Spirituality, Strenght, Wealth, Young Woman