Into Me See

Craven desire, wanton beast, animals that claim to be on a higher level. In the end it is nothing but flesh and blood that sinks into the void of macabre.

This isn’t sexy or anything like that, just a view into my mind and how I think some days.

In the realm between sanity and calamity there is a place where the people gather in mass. Huddled together as they watch on in disbelief at the world around them. Hope, fear, terror and joy all blended into a mass of swirling words and colors. Horrors beyond most individuals ability to comprehend is whispered, a land of darkness so sinister. Kittens soft and fluffy playing with bounding puppies now takes away the torrent of dismay. Fallow minds drift in and out of original thought as they are fed swill just for a moment of thrill. This place is the internet, inter-web, or whatever it is called in their confines of home.

A war broken into a flash of images and sounds, rockets fly and bodies lay on the ground. A royal marriage paraded around, the glamor and fashion for all to sigh and praise. On the surface it is so serine yet darker levels lurks underneath. Horrors that dared not be spoken aloud in public company, deviance that makes the most publicly perverse look pure. The glass shards of broken humanity choke down the bits that float into the light. Openly appalled but in secret drawn like a moth to a flame those horrors would fade if they weren’t in high demand.

Foul filth or hidden treasure, it is for each to decide. What is appealing to one makes another sick inside. Ghastly images of wars from ages past shock the onlooker as they hide the secret desire to know what happened to that missing hooker. Craven desire, wanton beast, animals that claim to be on a higher level. In the end it is nothing but flesh and blood that sinks into the void of macabre. Screams make lusts run hot as openly it is condemned. Would there be such a high number of hits if the masses were not drawn to it? Images of death and a live feed as a throat is slit.

The heart of man is a dark hole swallowing all that it can ingest. I dare not try to pretend to be above such craven desires myself. I fall prey to darker lusts and desires. Images that make others blush just serve to inspire my twisted mind. Questions of my sanity abound from those who look on. Dare if you will to take a look inside, can you feel the struggle and desire? At some point there is an edge, a ledge to stand over and look. Take the leap and hope to not dash on the rocks below or stand forever in the evening glow. They say if you stare into the void long enough you can feel it staring back at you, this I know all too well to be true.

The real question comes as I am asked what I want. The answer is often a confusing jumble of ideas and none linked to a single thing. Material things are but tokens of this life I find fleeting, only the feeling of the giver is what is felt when I don or admire a gift. Have I become listless or has my taste come to a point it is beyond even my understanding? Only time will tell what comes of this and where it leads. The rabbit hole is deep and I have fallen far, but the bottom is still beyond my grasp as I still tumble…

The ride

I might have been taken back by her forward response but honestly by now it was feeling more normal to hear bold honest confessions from riders. I glanced in the mirror occasionally as we talked. Being dark with the mirror turned to night driving I could see her cleavage perfectly as well as the soft lines of her throat. The rattling of the beast in the cage was intense. Since the conversation was flowing I just let it roll as she talked.

Rolling into a nice neighborhood to pick up my fair late that evening. Well late for me being it was just 2200, I like shutting down before dealing with the intoxicated masses becomes the norm. A tall leggy blonde came walking out sporting a plaid mini-skirt, white blouse tied along her midriff accenting her amble breast and exposing her belly piercing. The little pink handbag and pony tail swishing around as she walked toward the car just added to the sexy scene as she entered the car. That first whiff of perfume made all my nerves go into overdrive. Remaining as calm as I could I held back my urges to made some obscene comment like “Looks like you are going for an exciting night” Checking her destination I tried not to smirk as it was a hotel across town, also it was going to be a long drive being to get there. The next hour she was “captive” in my car.

Small talk for a little bit after I asked and confirmed the location we were going to. Her smile and all out friendly personality started poking at an itch, one I knew would be bad to scratch. I tried to talk about the weather, local teams, even asking how her week was. Her snicker as I asked about her week made my ears perk up. I quickly learned she was a “specialist in pleasure”, offering massages and other services to make her clients feel good. The house I picked her up at was a gentleman that had acquired her services while his wife was out of town.

“So he was in need of some relaxation.” I quipped without thinking it through

“Baby you have no idea, so many of these guys are needing a little special attention, it is a service I offer.”

I might have been taken back by her forward response but honestly by now it was feeling more normal to hear bold honest confessions from riders. I glanced in the mirror occasionally as we talked. Being dark with the mirror turned to night driving I could see her cleavage perfectly as well as the soft lines of her throat. The rattling of the beast in the cage was intense. Since the conversation was flowing I just let it roll as she talked.

“What kinds of services do you offer?” I regretted saying that as soon as I did

Her giggle was like gasoline to my already on fired desire.

“Really I am good with most anything my clients want to do. Most just want a woman to touch them or make them feel good. Listen and tell them what a manly man they are, or beautiful woman. A couple like to tie me up, and some like to be tied up.”

She was talking about the realm I am well acquainted with.

I shifted around in my seat as I heard a ping and saw the time change with a message of stop added to the ride. She had edited the ride and now it felt like cat and mouse as we drove into a dingy side of town. I pulled up at the stop and she opened the back door getting out. Next thing I knew she opened the passenger door in the front and got in.

“Baby I know men, I can see you have a need for some release. Would you like me to help you with that?”

There was no hesitation as my brain was no longer doing the thinking. I opened my door and walked toward the back of the car. She got out and strode toward the back as well. My pants felt like a cage as she got closer. I felt every nerve on edge as I grabbed her by the pony tail and pushed her over the trunk of the car. Her “mummmm” of encouragement made me tingle as my hand pushed up under her skirt. Her wet pussy a perfect hole to fulfill my need with. Flipping her skirt up I exposed her tight rounded ass. I knelt down and bit one side as she gasped.

“That’s it baby, have fun just don’t leave any marks okay”

I didn’t reply as my mind was too far gone. No warning as I pushed three fingers straight into her wet hole. Her gasp and mew were like having my own personal cheering squad. I thrust in and out as she started to gasp and shudder. A few minutes later I had changed position still finger fucking her then pulling her pony tail. I could feel her wetness coating me hand as she gasped and shuddered.

“Oh my god, oh my god. OH MY GOOOOOODDDDD!!!!”

Her orgasm ripped through her as I smiled. I knew I was hitting her G spot and I doubted she would be able to hold back and not cum. I pulled her by the pony tail to the hood of the car. She offered no resistance as I pushed her on the hood. I manhandled her lithe body getting her into the position I wanted. Without warning I pulled my pants down and shoved my cock into her. The curve in it ran the head along her G spot again as she was melting and shaking. Thrust after thrust ripped into her as I unleashed my inter beast. Pulling her hair back I growled as I bit her neck.

“Harder, bit harder” she uttered

As she wished, I bit harder. My hand ran up and I pinched her nipple, her body stiff as she exploded in an almost violent wave of pleasure. Her voice echoing off the empty building. Raw, dirty, animal sex as I pumped away. I could feel my own need growing as I knew it was now or never. Grabbing her by the throat my hand pinching her in the right place her body shuddering and she went wild. I knew she would start to black out, I am no stranger to this. She jerked as started to go limp. I let go knowing she was just at the edge of passing out. Pulling my cock out of her wet cunt I pushed at the tight opening that had yet to be violated. Her juices just enough to get the head of my cock in her ass. That was all it took as I released my own volley of orgasmic bliss. In her stupor as coming around she went into overdrive. Her howl of painful pleasure was music to my ears as I pushed in. I kept going as long as I could as she just shook and was incoherent. Finally the edge was wearing off as I was covered in sweat despite if being chilly outside. As I pulled out she just laid there for a moment, her eyes still glazed from the intensity.  

“Baby you know how to use a woman” she finally whispered.

I offered her a towel to clean up with as she staggered to get her footing. Wiping my cock clean with the towel she knelt and kissed the head.

“You evil piece of man meat, you made my poor little butt hurt. But it felt so good.”

Getting back in the car I waited till she was ready to continue the trip. Some small talk as we drove to the final destination. She leaned up kissing my neck as we arrived.

“Baby I hope I get to ride with you again she said as she got out”

The beep of a horn as the light had turned green. I quickly came to my senses and followed the route to the destination.

She got out she turned with a smiled, “Thank you for the ride baby, have a good night.”

I wished her a good night and turned off the meter. I had a wicked fantasy of her still playing in my head as I rolled for home. I hope her night was as good as mine was.

Wicked Wednesday… a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Misadventure of Kate part 2

The emotions that ran wild in Kate were beyond any fear and terror she had ever known before. When he came out a few minutes later she fell slack in the restraints and started to sob

Once again I will start this out with a trigger warning. It is not easy to read for some and this is a retelling of what was related to me by the person referred to in the story as Kate.

Waking alone some time later Kate realized she had soiled herself. The stench of urine filled the small room, she was tied up but still dressed. She could feel the soreness from his rough attention he had given earlier but she had to assume that was all he had done to her, so far. Her jaw ached and was swollen from his brutal fist. The door opened unexpectedly as he loomed in the frame. His harsh hand reached in and pulled her out by the hair. Dragging her as she struggled to gain some footing Kate was at the mercy of this evil man. Kate saw the over grown front yard that was a stark contrast to the mowed back yard. Slipping in the mud as he led her to the frame of what once used to be a swing set that he quickly secured her hands to over her head. Kate knew she was in real trouble now, she was alone. Her phone and car back at the gym, no one even knew she had gone to the gym. Her mind tried to focus on escape when he grabbed her face and her full attention. The blade he was holding looked menacing, razor sharp she found out as he cut her clothing away. He tossed them into a barrel and walked over. Spraying them with lighter fluid Kate really couldn’t process what she was witnessing till he struck a match and tossed it in on the clothes. In seconds her clothes were engulfed in flames. Kate felt real fear and panic grow as the flames were the only light she could see. He left her there with her fear as he walked into the old run down double wide trailer.

The emotions that ran wild in Kate were beyond any fear and terror she had ever known before. When he came out a few minutes later she fell slack in the restraints and started to sob. He was carrying a bucket in one hand and a container in the other. The world on the container were “Great Value Bleach” in big bold letters. Without loosening her arms he moved the locking points and secured her legs. With a grunt he hoisted her in the air. Now she was suspended facing skyward her legs secured to the same bar her arms were. Kate’s mind is blown, it was too much as she just hung there. It felt like she is out of body now as her mind went into overdrive. The overload of emotions seemed to flow from her brain as her only thought was she is about to die. Her bladder empties as he drawn near, he just laughed as he took a hose out of the bucked. As it uncoiled Kate realized it had an enema tip on it. Her whole body shuddered as he pushed the tip in. Kate just kept saying it is not real, he is just using water, trying to fuck with my mind even more. The smell of bleach hit her nose as he took off the top and started administering it into her. She felt as if her heart was going to explode as it pounded in her chest. Her bowels felt like the were set on fire after a couple minutes. After what felt like forever she expelled everything.

He took some coals and placed them under her, then took the remains of her burnt clothing and tossed them on the pile he made under her. This was it Kate thought as heat slowly grew in intensity. Her mind drifting as if it was all a dream, a really messed up twisted horror erotic dream. All those damsel in destress books she had read, all those dark stories she found on line, everything was racing through her mind at once. Some part of her felt a twinge of relief, she was getting to live a version of all those dark twisted fantasies she was drawn to. She felt the heat had grown enough to start to become uncomfortable but not enough yet to burn, the man just watching and sliding his blade over a sharpening stone. His eyes as cold and dark as the nigh. She could see the want and intent in those dark orbs she was now fixated on. Her rapist, tormentor and savior. Saving her from the continued agony of the life she hated, from the ache of things she craved but was to scared to tell anyone. Saved from herself and her risky behaviors that till now was her version of flirting with danger but never before had she been taken up on it. Now she was on a grand slam date as he was taking her through all the bases.

The moment was shattered as his phone rang. The almost comical chirping seemed so out of place, shattering the moment. The acrid smoke that was lulling Kate into her dreamlike state now was chocking as he answered the phone. The ensuing argument between him and the caller as he told them to deal with it sent him into a deep rage. He told them he as in the middle of an important personal matter. He needed them to take care of it. No, he was not coming in to fix this because he didn’t break it in the first place. He hung up and spit in anger then walked back inside. He emerged and Kate’s mind again spun out of control. He was carrying a container of cooking oil, a basting brush and a meat thermometer. He took the brush and plunged it into the oil and started coating her body with. The oil had some kind of herbal scenting to it as well, like a sage or something. When the brush ran over her pussy he pushed it in then got extra oil to make sure it filled her cavity. He repeated the process to her ass. He pushed the thermometer deep in her ass and stirring the coals smiled at her telling her she was going to be delicious. Kate lost it as the brush again ran between her legs, she could mentally envision him carving her body as she shook in an unexpected orgasm. It wasn’t the method she ever really though much about but suddenly it was all she could think about. His phone rang again. This time the person was insistent as Kate could hear the other man yelling at her captor. Finally her captor yelled fine but if my BBQ is ruined because of your stupidity I will hold you responsible. He hung up the phone and went to get a shovel. Tossing sand on the fire below her he ran his hand along her side. Yeah can’t have such a tasty looking piece of meat being burnt to a crisp. His hand cupped her ass as he half laughed half grunted then turned and left in his van.

Kate hung there left with her thoughts and her body’s aching. The cool breeze made her shudder as morning was approaching she lost trach of time but was jostled as she saw approaching headlights. The guy jumped out of the van and quickly walked towards her, not a word as he unfastened her and tossed a towel over her. He told her to get in the van and she did. Her mind numb and broken as he drove them away from the place. A while later he stopped and got out. The door in the back of the van opened as he all but drug her out and left her there in the middle of a warehouse area in just a towel. The sun was coming up and she could hear cars crossing different nearby streets. A car pulled up and an older gentleman rolled the window down. Sweetie you look like you could use some help. All the emotions and the reality hit her as she burst into tears suddenly. The older man took her to the gym that Kate asked him to. She showered as best she could then took something from the lost and found to get her home in. Her mind was bent and broken as she turned on the bath and tried to soak away the aches in her body. She knew somewhere out there was a hungry man who missed having her for dinner.

The misadventure of Kate *trigger warning*

Before we delve into this tale it is based on a real events and used with the permission of the person that relayed the events to me. I changed a few details and the name of of course. It will not be an easy read for those with and aversion to any forms of assault but it can be a cautionary tale as the person used to be involved in a group that talked about darker fantasy play. There is a second part to this that I am withholding for now as well.

Kate had finished a long day at the restaurant. It was the perfect job with her ADHD till they did the unthinkable, after five years they offered her a job in management. The money was too good to walk away from but what seemed like a blessing soon turned into a curse. Rather than being just responsible for herself and what she was doing she now had a waitstaff to contend with, a bunch of bitching, whiny, self-absorbed kids. She thought back, missing the mental games she played as men leered at her. Imagining them doing horrible unspeakable things to her young body. Sometimes she imagined her two managers taking turns using her as she was tied up over the dishwasher in the back.  The reality now was she wondered if had she given her managers that much grief when she first started. She hoped not especially since they were nothing but nice to her. Turning the key to lock the restaurant she felt a cold chill run along her spine. The cool early spring breeze still held the bite of winter as she turned and briskly walked to her car. A few minutes later she was listening to the hum of the engine and was longing for the promise of a much needed rest.

A few blocks along the way the twenty-four hour gym was lit up and inviting. The allure of a dip in the lap pool to wash off the day and just relax in the steam as she was getting ready to start her week vacation. Nowhere really planned just a week away from the incessant droning of the job. Maybe she could log into her favorite sites and read the stories of women being used by bad men. She would get so excited thinking about being used like those stories talked about. As she exited her car another chill ran along her spine, suddenly she hoped she wasn’t coming down with something. If one of those kids had gotten her sick for her time off she was going to be pissed. She walked purposefully across the parking lot and entered the building, her long blonde hair a trail behind her like a banner announcing her procession.  A tug on the door caused the alarm to sound the familiar chime that announced to the whole facility someone had entered. Chuck was sitting behind the desk as usual, his one long dark curl always falling into his eyes. Kate thought it made him look like a kid even though he was well into his later twenties. His every chipper greeting from behind the fitness magazine he was reading was routine now. Kate just waved to him as she walked toward the changing room. Some new girl was wiping down the exercise equipment, her jet black hair and single white streak made Kate laugh. A rogue want-to-be. Then again who wouldn’t want to be something or someone else, especially a superhero. Kate just smiled and waved as she passed her, the girl looked up and her cheeks pinked a little. Kate knew that poor girl had a crush on her but was too shy and unassured to pursue her desire. Now it was an amusing game of innocent flirtation. The door to the changing room was the real goal now as Kate entered.

Changing into her swimsuit she could feel the effects of the desk job verses being on the go all the time, the extra five pounds made her feel fat. Kate was determined that when summer was here she would be able to put her suit on and not feel that nagging tug in the back of her mind. Her slim sleek cheerleader type body was her pride and joy, even as she was in college she knew how to keep from gaining weight like so many other girls fell prey to. Her tight body and B cup breasts meant she would have and advantage as time marched on. One last look in the mirror as the black suit accented her pale flesh, Kate gave an approving nod then off to the pool. Not to be one to take forever she dropped her towel on the nearby chair and dove into the pool. The crisp shock of the water made her body suddenly come alive as she started her first couple warmup laps. Then it was all business as she pushed as hard as she could., going as fast as her body would in the water. She wasn’t a swim team member or anything but she could hold her own. Her muscles began to protest after a while and finally she stopped pushed and did a couple slow cooling down laps. She looked at the clock, then smiled. Forty-five minutes was a personal best as she climbed out of the pool and went back to change for the steam room. She glanced around a couple of guy lifting weights. Definitely a bromance there as they were all into how they looked. The new girl wiping of the treadmill and Chuck manning his counter area but working on the pull-up bar to keep himself in shape. It was a usual Thursday night. In the changing room Kate stripped out of her suit and did a quick rinse in the shower, she hated the chlorine smell on her skin, especially before a much needed steam room rest.

She looked at the clock again as she walked in, three A.M. She picked up a timer and set it for two hours in case she fell asleep in there again then entered the warm inviting room. There wasn’t a soul in the steam room, just like Kate liked it. The steam enveloped the room in a warm fog that coaxed her to just stay and relax. She laid a towel down and took the one she was wrapped in off and used it as a cover for her body as she laid down and let the steam and heat soak into her and relax the stress away. She didn’t remember drifting off to sleep but it must have happened. She felt a presence with her, the fog was thick in the room, a tall figure looming over her. Her mind was trying to process if this was a dream or not when the huge hand covered her mouth. Kate was no stranger to this kind of erotic dream so when he pulled to towel off her she just lay there. It wasn’t till he pushed his hand roughly between her legs and she felt his finger fondling her that she realized it was not a dream. She tried to scream as he chuckled and held her down. A fast slam of her head on the bench made Kate pay attention. He told her if she screamed for help he would snap her neck. His hand over her mouth moved a little and pinched off her nose as well as covered her mouth. He told her if she wanted to breathe that she would be a good girl and let him have his fun with her, after all why would a saucy good looking girl be laying nude in the steam room.

Kate stopped struggling and he let her breathe, she took in the moment as his long brown hair hung menacingly around his face, dark eyes almost black as he leered at her lithe body, his muscled physic easily could overpower her. A thin scar ran across his face near his lip to his chin, all in all he wasn’t the worst looking guy she had ever scene. As his fingers roughly forced into her body Kate felt herself getting wet, her body was responding even though she didn’t want it too at the moment. He laughed as she let out an involuntary moan. Suddenly she felt sick to her stomach as a lump formed in her throat. His thumb had rubbed her clit as she was helpless to stop him. It was his boldness to take her there in that place she felt safe, to force her to enjoy it. She still struggled in her mind if it was an extremely vivid dream or reality. His manual manipulation continued till her body gave into the feeling and she felt the orgasm wash over her, the ultimate betrayal of her flesh as the deviant msn grinned and let her relax in the moment of pleasure. Kate felt joy, pleasure, shame and fear all mingled together as he still held  her down to the bench, she knew he was just getting started. Without warning he grabbed her by the hair and drug her to the heating rocks. Her voice lost to her in the shock of his suddenness. She felt the wet tile offer no resistance for her to grab onto to pull away but rather it was like sliding along an oiled floor. His hand letting go of her hair he grabbed her by the throat and stood her up. His strength made her shudder as he manhandled her with little effort. He positioned her precariously over the rocks, she could feel the heat on her flesh as he bent her over. Her sweat dripping to the heated rocks below as they sizzled with each drip. It was all surreal.

His next move took Kate by surprise, not that he had been overly gentle before but his hand was over he mouth again, his strength holding her balanced. If he let go she would fall into the heating rocks and at least have some scrapes and burns. The sudden invasion into her body totally shocked her to her core. She had men start fast and quick before but this guy went all the way in with a single thrust. The pain made her eyes water as tears began to form. Her cervix screamed when he slammed against it while he took pleasure in her yelps behind his hand. It could have been ten minutes or an hour, Kate’s mind was blank as the man violated her. No, please no Kate thought as she felt her body begin to tighten again. There was no stopping it as she arched and her body had another orgasm. That was all it took for the man. He grunted and released a volley of his seed deep in her. Kate could feel the pulsing in her as well as the rush of even more wetness filling her. His savage thrust finally slowed as he let go of her mouth. Totally shocked and stunned Kate was dazed as he steadied her then took her by the hand like a child. He grabbed his shirt as he led her to the back exit. Her mind still couldn’t process what was happening as the door opened and the cool air hit her flesh. He tossed some cloths to her and told her to get dressed, he was going to take her out for breakfast. Still in that trance like state she got dressed and allowed him to put her in the van. A minute later they were off and then the fog in her brain began to ease. Not only had the man raped her but she was now being driven to who knows where. A tear formed as she started to beg him to drop her off. She didn’t see the fist coming that knocked her out.

Stolen moment


A stolen kiss, it began like a fire that turned to a tryst

In the back room next to the mop and broom it was bliss

Totally lost in the moment it was so wrong but right

The sensations high as emotions took flight

Lips exploring one another, hands roaming freely

Soft flesh as moans escaped with a caress easily

Forbidden, shunned, scorned, the risks was worth it

The feel of flesh as I kissed up her back and our bodies fit

Tossing all worry aside I felt the sweet slide as we embraced

The cheesy music played as I thrust and glide savagely paced

Hands gripping the needy breast that craved a touch

Her mews grew with as we were consumed in lust

Oh gods and yes please as I felt her body squeeze

Such a powerful moment brought me to my need

Hands dug tightly in her hips I felt my release explode

In the end is it not the place for us to both unload

Panting as I kissed her neck we both got redressed

Now to escape unnoticed and emotions repressed

Opening the room her hand took my arm with a smile

A kiss on the cheek then she walked down the isle

A last sight as I sighed with delight her body so sweet

With a glare I saw the manager stare, her face red as a beet

I gave a shrug as I went back to my work station

She knew customer service was my true vocation…


Come see who else had some naughty fun at masturbation monday 219

One day, someday

Someday, maybe a Monday, something to make it a fun day

Tuesday is such a snooze day maybe then we can play

Wednesday is a big day, wicked things to do and display

Thursday was chore day, but it can be rearranged I’d say

Friday such a busy day, the weekend almost on display

Saturday changing hats again, depends what’s arranged and when

Sunday last day of the week that wraps it all around so neat

To quote Steinbeck, “The best laid plans of mice and men”

Alas the plans are little more than rustlings in the wind

Make then, break them, change and rearrange them

Apologize and realize that life is a cyclone of chaos in disguise

The distant desire while growing tired but still press on knowing

Fickle like a pickle left to soak too long, the bite is lacking some fear is gone

It has either soured and been tossed out or had become something else stout

Folly to think it would have been so easy to have come about so breezy

Patience taught well to others, yet none to be found here while I shudder

I want it all, I want it now, before the dream disappears, lost is the fear

I want someday to be today, to feel the wicked lust blaze

To get lost in the moment of a craven depraved gaze

Feel heated breath on soft skin cause hairs to rise in carnal want within

Fingers probing as yearning growing, the wetness now is flowing

There between the thighs is animalistic hunger hearts boom like thunder

A kiss so hard and lustful there is a taste of blood on the lips

Teeth clasping the lip dragging away while pressing hips

Nails digging into flesh, material torn and flung aside

No pretenses just desire unbridled fueling the ride

A night, a day, wild passion on display

Left breathless as there is no words that can express

Hallowed ground made so by the wicked acts that abound

A lover, a fighters, a craven whore, and still so much more

Beholden to the chosen moment that is all fall into place

Forever to endeavor to find another someday to chase…


Come check out the other wicked entries at

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Collaboration, Introduction and a poem.

Collaboration is something I am no stranger to. I have worked with other writers in the past, mostly for fun short versions of a story. Most fizzle out quickly as our styles don’t often match but a few have been spectacular. That thrill of pushing each other in creative ways and allowing the flow of the story to carry it to wherever it may lead. Though it has been a while since I have had the pleasure of sharing those I recently have written a few from ideas that people have wanted to see where I would take their idea.


A bit off topic I want to announce I would like to share with you all the news of me new blog site. I has been an interesting lesson and a definite learning curve. There will be changes to come and I look forward to sharing the thrills and chills as I continue forward.



I will leave you with one of my macabre poems




The itch is back, the shaking, maybe only visible to me but it is back.

My mind is wacked, dreams spinning as blood flows from an attack

Demon one moment, savior the next, duality rages as it engages

The armor is white but I am no knight as the conflagration rages

Scorching and consuming as screams shriek in the blood red night

Acrid fumes from the pyres of rotting flesh an incent of evil delight

The chill against the sweat running down my neck I see a form

Running in the direction tears streaming, my mind twisted and torn

The demon inside licks my ear seducing the carnal needs that burns

The lithe creature draws close and the shake grows and desire yearn

It should be little more than honorable mention passing in the night

But the flaxen main flowing like tendrils draw my attention and delight

Crimson stain from ruby lips on pale flesh runs to its quivering chin

Eyes sunken and hallow from fright and being broken beg from within

The howls and screams of the pursuant reverberate in the long alley

Crouched in the shadow ever sinew tight ready to unleash a volley

Greasy haired beast steps into the light screaming at the fleeing thing

Indolence beast with a belly hanging under the stained white shirt

Half empty bottle in hand now hurled toward the creature so curt

Profane words scream as the beast cuts and stings with its tongue

Lithe creature trips and falls as it was distracted from its brief run

Closer and closer it draws toward its easy prey unaware of it danger

The shake continues to grows as fingers curl in both hunger and anger

It stops suddenly aware it is not alone, it turns to hurl and insult

The cold steel in its rib digs deep and eyes widen, the sing in felt

Screams fail to escape as the angle keeps it from crying for help

Eye to eye it is pathetic as it falters, gurgles, flailing and falling about

The original prey jumps with the fury of a wild cat to free its beast

Not surprised as its bruised hands try to strike and pummel at least

Like so many before it had come to know it can expect a certain thing

Growing to accept that this is all there is and there are no dreams

The quiver of its lip as he howls in furry released from the depths

This is but a little thing as it fights the newly arrived beast without rest

The hand swung with much force sends it splaying across the ground

No shriek as it lay twisted on the pavement, silence is an eerie sound


Come and check out the other wicked posts at

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked