A lil red tent with a cardboard porch propped against the chain link fence. Milk jugs filled with stale water, and dented cans of food unlabeled scattered on the rain soaked earth...she just sat and stared in ***** clothes and taped together flip-flops, totally unaware of her own worth.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
I'm taking
You're giving
You're my solitude
For living
You are my peace
When i'm at war
You're my love
The one I adore
You're the color
In my face
You're the blood
That runs through my veins
I never thought
I'd be blessed
But only the good
Get the best.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 9:49 PM UTC
Forbidden fruit makes the sweetest whine... Thats what daddy use to say. Just before he touched me in his special way.
I found daddy's Sniffies app open on the phone. I hear the shower running. I know we're home alone.
I saw the pics. I read the chats, he spoke of vile filthy things...how he dreams of ******* me, making me **** his **** or how my steaming ***** spurts across his lips and tongue...his words were burned into my brain...and I liked them.
My young hard **** throbbed with desire in my hand and fantasies ***** my curious brain. I felt so ***** standing there, naked and hard outside my father's shower, waiting to be seen. His trembling hand upon me he'd gently touch my thigh,
I led him slowly upward and looked him in the eye... Touch my ***** daddy, you need not be so shy, not a single soul is watching; taste my *** and hear my sigh.
I've dreamt of this and hoped for more, make of me your plaything, use me like your ******* ***** in any way you're thinking.
Make me **** your giant **** stick your tongue in my eager ***
**** me off and finger **** me, *** on my face and hairless chest. I want to share your secret, that forbidden fruit is best.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 5:56 AM UTC
She smells like rain on a warm summers day and she tastes like blackberries freshly picked off the bush.
When she laughs, it makes the humming birds sound like nails on a chalkboard and i know how cliche this all sounds but she walks like an angel and i cant help but notice her defined collarbones
She makes me want to write about butterfly's and flowers instead of cut wrists and veins.
I tell her I love her. She replies with a kiss never confessing her love but I say it anyways because her smile creates this feeling in me I haven't felt since childhood and she needs to know she is loved. when I feel her bones on my hips I cringe she's so thin.
This disorder, it's gotten hold of her. Bruised knuckles-never confessing the reason she shakes
Anorexia and bulimia-I know this disease too well. It's chronic, it's an illness, it's a suicide attempt. She doesn't know it's killing her-she refuses to accept that she has it. But at night- I can barley see a lump when she's underneath the covers.
When she dies, her coffin will be so light people will check to make sure there's a body in it.
Her bones are sharp-like scissors. And I wonder, does she use them to cut? Do they tear her skin open? Is her elbow used to fresh air?
I hold her hands. They're so cold. How can a person live like this? If I could, I would force her to eat.
She hates the mirror. If I could, I would make her see a beautiful person looking back.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With that hand I know so well
It is more than just five fingers
It’s the reason I rebel
Yes, sir, I want you to clank me
In bonds of silver and gold
Chained, I’m a precious gift to you
Unwrapping me never gets old
Yes, sir, I want you to yank me
Down on the floor to my knees
My gaze lowers at your command
I’m eager to do as you please
Yes, sir, I want you to flank me
Punish me from every side
I know I’ve been a naughty girl
Needing discipline you’ll provide
Yes, sir, I want you to crank me
Up to writhing ecstasy
Don’t stop ‘til I ******* beg you
Your tough love is what sets me free
Yes, sir, I want you to thank me
For being your precious pet
Even though I disobey you
It’s clear you love to see me sweat
Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With the implement of your choice
Make it hurt to make me happy
In your dominance I rejoice
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
alone .
strong, wise, driven, loyal.
He has lived and loved,
and chosen to be alone until something better comes along.
something more than physical love.
He found what he was looking for.
Her soul was vibrant and beautiful;
a goddess muse.
She kissed him and knew it not;
her naked words and firm young flesh excited him ...
his wealth of wisdom and experience mocked him for falling in love with a soul ... a forbidden one at that.
The old man had a need to feed,
she was a hungry young goddess needing to be fed.
Where is her champion? Who cares for this young sprite? Who dries her tears and comforts her throughout the night?
He reminded himself again that it was only her soul,
but still, he touched himself... saying her name to make it a little more real, "Candace," he whispered.
Then he listened ... just in case.
Just in case she whispered back.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
We lay on the same bed that night and I couldn't sleep,
I felt that smoldering desire again ...
The one I can't control ...
or tell people about.
I like to violate the fragile abyss of taboo.
I didn't intend to do it, I really didn't... but fragile it was.
And as soon as my fingers touched it's hardness
magic began to tingle through my body.
I felt every ridge and dent,
I caressed the fullness of it's shaft,
and wanted to claim it as mine,
but it belongs to my brother...
I liked the feel of it in my hand ,
and one thing usually leads to another.
I kissed it's pink tip and caressed its length.
I whispered into the cacophonous dim ...
"Let me put you in my mouth ... "
and then I just did it.
It tasted nasty like earwax.
All the No.2's are the same ...
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
It's in the open now. We had an awkward talk.
mom and dad and I ... on a nature walk.
She yelled, I cried, she called me names,
decided she couldn't hide my body,
so she'd simply have to love me still,
as young and hot and naughty.
So late that night as I lay awake,
there was soft knocking at my door,
I played asleep like my journal said,
my ******* on the floor.
I stirred a bit, to let the sheet slide down,
so they could see my budding *******
hard pink ******* rising up and down
with every hungry breath.
I saw my mother kiss my dad,
watched her tease his swollen horn,
I watched her bring him to my bed
to see my naked form.
I looked at her, she looked at me,
I saw her lick her lips
I whispered "Touch me, Mother"
as juices slicked my slit.
I turned my face to father's ****
mother watched me slurp it in,
then she kissed my ******* caressed my ****
and slid a slender finger in...
My legs fell wide, I raised my hips,
my teddy bear clutched tight,
mother licked my ravenous ****
and daddy ****** us both tonight.
I like it when you **** me,
I like to make you ***
it makes me squirt and tremble
and all of us are one.
No more secrets from each other,
no more guilt or shame,
because of all the pleasures
we've added to the game.
I love you mom and dad.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Give me your dark and decadently delicious desires,
the things you would never share with anyone you love;
those things in which you invest huge regret and gulit and shame...
yet secretly treasure because they make something in you ***
All of your unspeakable let it be spoken. embrace it, indulge it... feel the hardness of your pen, how it throbs and pulses as your long slender fingers curl around it, working their way to the tip, teasing it to a wild frenzy. Make every stroke of your pen spurt its steamy threads across the vulnerable nakedness of the ****** page and leave your passion dripping from its needy *******
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
I know you read my journal,
I see the hunger in your eyes,
At night, when Mom is working,
I hear your trembling sighs.
I say a silent prayer for you,
and push my ******* to the floor,
I pray you'll have the courage ,
to step in my room and close the door.
I'll pretend i'm sleeping soundly,
you'll drink in my youthful naked form
exposed and unprotected,
it's just the two of us...alone.
In the gossamer mists of slumber,
i'll caress my hairless **** and moan.
Come a little closer Daddy,
Mother's not at home.
Shhhhhhhhh, pretend your not there,
standing by my bed,
your **** all hard and throbbing,
glistening pre-cum on its swollen head.
I'm watching you rub and stroke it,
your nuts are tight and filled with ***
and now you see my eyes are watching,
see my cherub lips ...extended tongue.
I know you read my journal,
and I know you know I've known,
don't waste the precious moments,
when Mother's not at home.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC