Disturbing Poems
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I stood up and walked toward the door, leaving my unfinished drawing on the easel. Jessica gave a cry of annoyance, as I walked away. I heard her easel crash to the floor behind me as I left the building. Outside, I walked a few feet from the door and then turned around. A couple minutes later Jessica stormed out of the classroom. She walked right up to me and slapped me across the face. "How can you embarrass me like that!" she hissed. I said nothing. Instead I pointed to a bench set far...
It had been a long week, so I closed my office early and drove home for the weekend. We had a lot of issues with several cases and a project were nothing went as planned. We were about to receive fines and had a possible lawsuit hanging over us if thing things didn’t start to work out soon. The only thing I wanted to do was to relax and spend a quiet weekend with my lovely wife and daughter. When I came home there was an unknown car parked in the driveway. As I entered the house I heard some...
Lilah Morgan entered the holding rooms. Becker and Fink followed her. Cordelia rose from her bench. The vacancy had left her eyes. She looked disgusted. "I might have known you'd be in on this, Lilah."? "Dearest Cordelia," Lilah grinned. "It is always a displeasure to see you. I trust you're both, uhm, comfortable?"? "I can't believe that you would get involved with a company that does this to women!" snapped Cordelia. Lilah grinned. "I admit I'm not their biggest fan,...
As soon as the car was out of sight, Brit broke down into tears. Instead of fleeing to her room, though, she threw her arms around her brother. He rolled his eyes. He considered making some disparaging comment, but decided not to. After all, he was feeling just as sad as she was that his big sister was gone. At least Lissa had been someone he could talk to; she was intelligent enough. But as far as he was concerned, Brit was just a little girl. They really had nothing in common. It wasn't...
Jason caught up with me as the elevator doors were closing. We weren't alone. An older couple rode the elevator with us. The old codger liked my legs and imagined them wrapped around his neck while he lapped my pussy. The gray-haired lady wanted to fondle Jason's crotch until she gave him a hard-on, something she could no longer achieve fondling the old man's nearly useless (her word) cock. She needed to suck on it to get it half-hard, and it usually lost its stiffness before he could...
Our first interview the next morning didn't take long, but it proved more worthwhile than any we'd had so far. The nurse, a woman named Rosemary Rogers, had only worked for Melville for a week when he fired her. Jerome asked her if she'd ever seen Melville abuse little Donna, and her answer surprised both of us. "No," she said, "but it wouldn't surprise me if he did. The day he fired me, the little girl accidentally knocked over a glass of juice, which unaccountably terrified her...
I'd just stepped from the shower and was toweling my body dry when Dad hollered through the door, "It's Barbie on your cell phone. You left your phone in your purse on the entry console table again." I yelled back, "Did you answer the call?" He laughed. "Oh, of course you did, or you wouldn't know it was Barbie." I cracked the door to the bathroom to reach for the phone, and my father's eyes met mine but only briefly before they wandered down my naked body. She's gorgeous, he...
I sat down on the couch next to Jenny, the two of us naked now. We kissed, hands everywhere at once it seemed, touching, exploring, teasing one another wildly. And as we did that, I sought the little light inside her mind, wanting to explore her in other ways. For one, I wanted to ensure this was indeed something she wanted, that I hadn’t inadvertently implanted a thought or desire of my own that wasn’t in line with her own desires. As I did that, I discovered something else too. Not only was...
Chaper 1NOT JUNKAs the crowds passed by she sat there, totally unnoticed and utterly unnoticeable. Flicking through the paper, her cappuccino going cold in her hand she was glancing at the words. The words seemed to form a smooth pattern across the dull, crumpled sheets but other than a pretty pattern barely a word in front of her made sense.Individual words stuck out, almost like they were jumping out from the sheet, WAR,TAX, RAPE, FINE, ECONOMY, JAIL, TERRORISM, but none of them where good...
That same night, Jerome and his cohorts whisked Jason away from the hospital to our Las Vegas safe house. The extraction was surprisingly easy. However, Jason's disappearance pissed off the LVPD. Stone's body had surfaced, and the cops wanted to talk to Jason about a possible connection between Stone's death and Jason's gunshot wound. I met Maxie and Jason's mother, but I wasn't in the mood to socialize. The evening quickly turned into a Watson family reunion, and I didn't feel like a...
"Remember everyone, Melville and Fitzgerald's thoughts came to me disjointed, out of sequence, personalized, and interspersed with extraneous, mundane or unimportant ramblings. I'll try to present what I learned in a more coherent fashion. Some of what I'll tell you will be assumptions needed to fill in gaping holes, areas neither man thought about. The assumptions are logical, but they aren't fact and could be in error." I paused and said to my father, "When I make an assumption,...
"Dad, I have a date tonight, a boy named Jason Watson. He's Terry's cousin, in town visiting for a week. It's a double date with Terry and Barbie." He gave me a steady, studied gaze and asked, "What's the catch? You wouldn't give me so many details unless you wanted to bury me in minutia so I'd miss the big picture." "He's twenty, a college boy." "I see. I have only one question, cupcake. Can you handle him?" "What do you mean?" "If you say no, will he respect your...
As Jason was opening the door to our room, my cell phone jangled. It was buried in the depths of my large purse, a purse I'd started referring to as the Black Hole of Phoenix. Seemingly, whatever went into it could never be found again, including my cell phone. I hurried inside the room while digging around in the black hole for the phone, planning to dump the purse's contents on the bed to give me a visual reference for my search, when the phone stopped ringing. "Dad, most likely....
"Sara," I said, "let's visit the ladies room." Some unnecessary troubles were brewing in paradise that I could fix before they grew out of proportion. We were dining. Shrimp scampi for me; I don't know what the others ordered, but when it came to seafood, I wasn't very adventuresome. I loved shrimp, detested salmon and was indifferent about cod. Why risk ordering something I've never tasted? I reasoned. Risk was Sara's problem too. She'd mentally listed every possible excuse or...
The day started out so promising. Dad knew or figured out everything, including the loss of my innocence, as he called it. What's more, he didn't condemn me, just the opposite. He encouraged me to go for it, to have fun with my college boy for the next five days. Then Barbie showed up and regurgitated all her troubles with Claudia while I listened patiently. After I reassured her I was still her best friend, she let her mind run wild with sexual fantasies about the two of us while she...
It was like directing a play, or in a strange sense perhaps…like manipulating puppets, or marionettes. I held the string. It was a tiny flicker of flame, just barely there, but more than enough however. A mere twinkle of thought, and they both seemed to act upon it as though it were their own ideas in doing so. There was no ‘statueism’ as I’d termed my made up phrase. They responded to one another easily, without qualm, without shyness…and certainly no inhibitions when doing so. So alike in...
Serenity. Rage. My heart sunk. The paintings didn't invoke serenity or rage. I felt nothing but despair when I gazed at them. What happened? How could I have fooled myself so easily? Dad and Barbie, too? The paintings hung side by side on the large family room wall, so they were displayed in an optimum manner, but... Jason gave me an inquisitive look. He was wondering how he could tell me I'd failed. Then he recognized my distress and realized something was amiss. "What's wrong,...
I know that you know what it’s like to have wicked thoughts. The ones that run around in your head, constantly popping into your conscious mind when you know that you can’t act on them, or worse, shouldn’t. You know all about those thoughts that start as a trickle and grow and grow until they hurt so much.I’m talking about thoughts that are wrong, in some ways. Well, perhaps not wrong just downright dirty. But the more you think about them, the more they grow inside. You know you are going to...
WatersportsI know that you know what it’s like to have wicked thoughts. The ones that run around in your head, constantly popping into your conscious mind when you know that you can’t act on them, or worse, shouldn’t. You know all about those thoughts that start as a trickle and grow and grow until they hurt so much.I’m talking about thoughts that are wrong, in some ways. Well, perhaps not wrong just downright dirty. But the more you think about them, the more they grow inside. You know you are going to...
WatersportsSince as long as you can remember, you have had the ability to read minds, you've always been annoyed with that power, despite the benefits it has at times, as it can't be turned off so you're constantly hearing people's thoughts. However, one day you find that it's not just hearing thoughts that you're capable of, you can project your thoughts into another's mind and make it as if they were the person's thoughts. They will then act according to the thoughts you implanted, so if you projected a...
Mind ControlA week went by, and then another. I painted during the day, finishing both Serenity and Rage, but other successful attempts to capture emotions on canvas eluded me. I'd come close with Indifference, but in the end, scraped the canvas clean and resized it, using a neutral polyvinyl acetate, rather than gesso. The cute girl at the art store told me gesso was all right for acrylic paints but recommended the PVA sizing for oils. Jason, the morning person, called me every morning on his way to...
"Ooh, Jason, I love the cut!" I did, too. The hair stylist had given him a shaggy-dog look, which enhanced his rugged, handsome face. With a grimace, I added, "I still see you, though. You, Jason Watson, still shine through. I know you don't like the idea, but you need to change the color, too." "Uh-uh. I won't let you dye my hair blond. I'd look ridiculous." I laughed gaily. "I agree. How about red?" "Worse." "How about brown, then?" "My hair is already...
Second Thoughts By J Battier Email: [email protected] I'm not really sure when I first had the idea. I'd been a submissive my entirelife with a very strong bondage fetish. In highschool and college this hadtranslated into my visiting pro dominas in the local area. They charged fortheir services, but they were well worth it to get the chance to act out yourfantasies. And that's what this was?a fantasy that was about to become a reality.I had had it in my head that being dominated by a...
I shifted gears in the pickup truck. Ground the gears would be more accurate. Although I'd been driving for over a year, shifting still befuddled me. It was a foot/hand coordination thing I couldn't seem to get right. The truck was ten years old, and Dad considered it a member of the family and refused to trade it in on a new model. As far as I was concerned, it was the black sheep of the family. Our one-year-old Honda Accord had an automatic transmission and other bells and whistles that...
Most people use the phrase, ‘the corners of my mind.’ There’s even a song with that phrase in it. It popped into my mind a while back and I thought about it. I don’t have any corners in my mind. There doesn’t seem to be some old box up there, with a lid on it. My thoughts feel as though they are in a whirlwind and random pieces fly out of the eddy at an amazing velocity sometimes. As though they were spewed out as debris is from the funnel of a tornado. A piece of roofing here, a piece of...
If you are wondering whether being a sissy is for you, the following information will point out the many good things, and dispel any doubts or negative feelings you may have about becoming a sissy gurl. The rules are important, and obeying the rules will make you a happier sissy.Repeated reading of this and the subsequent entries will deepen and clarify your sissy state of mind: once you have freed yourself from thoughts of masculinity, you will be left with only the desire to please real men,...
Clean ThoughtsBy: Londebaaz Chohan What a pain in the neck. Even after complaining twice, the light around the confessional area was not fixed. Father Mahrzach could not tell, if he really saw someone go in the confessional or it were only his weak eyes and those shadows around his peripheral vision to blame. After at least an hour, Reverend came to the confessional. The divider in the middle was only showing a silhouette on the other side and father could not tell the age or the gender of the...
Mmm babyboy, if you only knew all the dirty thoughts that go thru my mind when I think about you, like the dirty thoughts I have when you're asleep, when you're tired laying down on my bed and I crawl quietly next to you and I pull your zipper down and I can see the tip of your semi hard cock peeping thru the hole in your boxers just waitting to be touched and played with, so I gently pull it out off ur boxers, trying not to wake you up, and I pull a little bottle of kamasutra oil, raspberry...
I woke up late and decided to eat breakfast before I showered, so I threw on a robe and hurried toward the kitchen. That's when Dad's thoughts entered my mind and stopped me in my tracks. He was having another one-sided conversation with my dead mother. She lost her innocence, Hazel. When I gathered dirty clothes to start the laundry, the evidence was obvious. Now what? No, don't answer me. You lost yours at a younger age than Katy. You're probably surprised she waited this long. I am....
Lethargic in the afterglow of shared orgasms, we held and slowly caressed each other. We cuddled. I could feel his semen combined with my juices seeping from my cunt. If I didn't do something, we'd be lying in a puddle of come. Reluctantly, I untangled our entwined limbs. When I first stood, my legs felt wobbly. I was supposed to make his legs wobbly, not the other way around. A small shiver of pleasure rippled along my spine. I'd been wonderfully and truly fucked. After I cleaned and...
I rolled from the bed, silently opened the hall door and rushed toward the rooms at the other end. Which room was Jerome's? Nora's? It didn't matter. I opened the first door I came to and hurried silently inside. Ah, Nora's trying on Jerome's long one for size. No, not Nora. Marsha! "Don't make a sound, Marsha," I said quietly. She stopped moving - bouncing - on the prone man under her and spun her head and pretty shoulders toward me. Nice tits, I thought. Weird thought,...
Relaxing by the pool, I watched as my loving wife, Samantha, and our son, Kevin, horsed around in the water, and it made me smile. I couldn't help but think back to a time when I had such closeness with my own mom, except mine went well beyond what you would call "normal."When my recollection ended, I found myself perplexed. It had been years since I'd uprooted those old, unmentionable memories, and I had to question why.Samantha—or Sam, as she likes to be called—is the love of my life. I'll...
IncestThe day's sun and fun had paid it's toll on us, we had joked and flirted with sexual innuendoes all day, and absolutely planed on fulfilling them when we got home, but there we were - sacked out on the couch, rubbing each other's feet, that intimate act of touching, feeling, soothing, and soon we were both asleep to the droning of the Television, singing it's lullaby of gibberish to us. I woke up, not really with a start, just one of those things, when you know that your neck will have the...
Dad met me at the airport in Phoenix. Barbie was with him. I'd forgotten she'd planned to prepare dinner for him. Had my sudden, unexpected reappearance squelched any plans? According to their thoughts, apparently not. Barbie had a new boyfriend, an eighteen-year-old fry cook. Argh! Her thoughts weren't that complimentary about him: good-looking but smelled like stale grease and was dumber than a post. Verbally, she waxed eloquently about his many qualities. I suspected she'd done a...
The next morning, the plot thickened all right, but not as expected. Melville surprised us yet again. Shortly after the second vehicle change to bring Dr. Rourke to meet Sara and Donna, Melville's patience must have run out because what happened next shocked all of us. Three cargo vans converged on the vehicle carrying two of Jerome's operatives and Dr. Rourke. Without warning, the bad guys jumped from the vans and opened fire, using automatic weapons. Surprise and overwhelming force...
I have been exploring my sexuality for a while now and while I cannot confirm that I am a straight man, I am still not sure which category I fall into. But a trans person is living right next to my apartment – Benny and I feel like doing dirty things with him. I mean like he dresses so well and rocks a full face of makeup with a slight beard. He does have generous boobs and I have thoughts of my trans neighbor, every time. But because I wasn’t sure what to do, I did have a booty call...
Cross DresserSecond Thoughts Pt. 01byxleglover©Chapter 1Jen slipped her hand inside her panties. She slightly parted her legs as her fingers reached her clit."Wow! Honey, you're going to have to let me read that book when you're finished!"Jen flushed and pulled her hand from her panties. "I thought you were asleep?"Michael laughed. "I was but you were shaking the bed." Michael turned onto his elbow and slipped his hand into his wife's lace panties and felt her wet pussy. She arched her hips against his hand...
Alan Miller remembered at the last minute it was casual Wednesday, shucked off his grey polo, and put on an Oregon Ducks t-shirt. He glanced at it in the mirror by his apartment door: it was a little tight, but in the right places, so he threw on his sunglasses, grabbed his bag and left for work. His early-2000s Honda Accord didn’t exactly roar to life, but started with only a slight cough before humming softly. Traffic at 9:30 on the freeway was light (lighter than true rush hour, anyway)...
How in the world do I get myself in these situations? I guess I really can’t say ‘these’ situations because this certainly isn’t something that happened to me before, let alone often. I do have to wonder if it's ever happened to anyone before! I can honestly say I made some choices that … didn’t work out the way I had thought they would. It started out simple enough, I met a girl!Although, since then she has told me to refer to her as a ‘gurl’ because she is trans. Maybe that would be obvious...
CrossdressingAngela's Thoughts by Janet Harris, August 2007 This was going to be "The thoughts of a brain-transplant donor" but then I began to think of myself entirely as the recipient, so chose the shorter title above. I mean, I only vaguely remember being Roger and it seems a long time ago now. I can hardly believe that this new brain I have lived 55 years as Roger, since I look and feel in every way only 20 years old. The only reminder of my strange past is being unable to remember any...
You'd think I'd get used to sick minds, but roaming around in Helen Deaver's head made me feel dirty, so as soon as I returned to the safe house, I stripped to take a shower. The meeting, although the Deaver woman didn't realize a meeting had taken place, had been successful. I'd given Dad the names of five members of Melville's coven we didn't know before, and he'd contacted our P.I. firm to start the dossiers on each of them. What I need, I thought as I toweled my body dry, is some...
What grim motive was behind the terroristic frightening of those beautiful New York models, and behind the murder that accompanied it? I, Austin Green, had two dangerous reasons for wanting to find out . . . . ***** September, 1945… ONE: Models Johnny Walnut said, ‘I’m telling you, Austin, this doll is something. You can take your million-dollar models and throw them all together and you ain’t got nothing that can touch her.’ I regarded him with amusement. He was a funny little man with...
I awoke with a start. For a moment my mind was blank and I could not remember why I woke. Then I recalled it. A vivid image of a strange lady with a friend of mine had flashed through my head. I don’t know why I had thought of it, but looking down I could tell at least something of me was happy about me. I groaned and rolled out of bed, little point in sleeping now, I was fully awake. I trotted over to the bathroom and leaned over the sink thinking. My reverie of thought had been broken when...
Author’s note: If you’re expecting a stroke story, you’ll be highly disappointed, so I’d suggest you move on to another one. And though there is plenty of hot steamy sex later on in this story, I’ve slowly built up to it for a number of reasons. For one, I wanted this somewhat far-fetched idea to at least sound plausible. It’s a bit on the Dean Koontz, even Stephen King side of things with a dash of true erotica mixed in for flavor. I thought I might attempt this tale, see how well received it...
Annie felt her heart pounding as the warm water cascaded over her naked body. A moment alone in the shower was a welcome respite from the intense lovemaking that just transpired. Yes, it was intense, it was welcomed but it was so wrong. Lust and desire can cloud the mind. Earlier, she was lying by the hotel pool with her family, palm trees blowing in the breeze, feeling insecure in her sleek new white one-piece bathing suit. She bought it special for this trip. She worked out for months...
CheatingDad's first question in the planning session wasn't related to our upcoming campaign except on a peripheral level. "How did Melville discover the location of the safe house?" he asked Jerome pointedly. "The sniper Katy captured answered my questions completely, even adding additional information without being prompted. I didn't use drugs on him. No need. One of the questions I asked was the question you just asked of me. Before his death, Peter Stone turned a low-level employee in the...
I know it’s nasty, but I had this thing for my son’s girlfriend and she didn’t seem to mind, and well… things just sort of happened. Up until Brad started dating Jennifer our life was pretty normal. Sure, I knew that my son was a little more attracted to me than was normal. I’d realized that he had erections when he’d seen me in various states of undress over the past few years. But even though deep down in my darkest thoughts I had fantasized about making...
BLOWN AWAY THOUGHTSChris was both mesmerized and totally immersed as he watched the indescribable display before him. It wasn’t the first time it happened, although each time he found himself in this situation it was equally exciting and he always knew it was not going to be the last time it would happen. The experience was one he didn’t have the ability to put into words and even if he could, he vowed never to tell anyone about it. This was a most special secret between him and his mother. ...
I sat there in the study for quite a while. How long I'm not sure, because the chair faces away from the only time piece in the room, an old style mariners clock that resides on my roll-top desk. I held the glass of vodka in my left hand, my head in my right; staring out in the direction of the doorway yet seeing nothing but the swirling dissonance of my own thoughts. All the downstairs lights were off, the only illumination was a small nightlight plugged into an outlet halfway down the...
I slept with my cell phone on the nightstand in case Jason called while I was asleep. He didn't. He waited until I was in the shower. "Good morning," he said cheerily. I groaned. He was obviously a morning person. I wasn't. "Call me back in five, lover. I was in the shower, and I'm dripping wet." "I'll give you ten." Dial tone. A morning person and decisive. I liked decisive. I'd learn to put up with the morning person. When the phone rang again, my body was dry (except my...
While Jason handled the bellhop with my luggage, I slipped into the bathroom and stripped. Being with Jason again had jump-started my motor, so why waste time, I reasoned. When I heard the door close behind the bellhop, I ambled sexily - I hoped - from the bathroom, sidled up to Jason and kissed him, intending to curl his toes. Instead, he curled mine. I redoubled my efforts; he kicked his up a notch, and he won the curling-toes battle, hands down (roaming over my buns, just where I wanted...
I know it's nasty, but I had this thing for my son's girlfriend and she didn't seem to mind, and well... things just sort of happened. Up until Brad started dating Jennifer our life was pretty normal. Sure, I knew that my son was a little more attracted to me than was normal. I'd realized that he had erections when he'd seen me in various states of undress over the past few years. But even though deep down in my darkest thoughts I had fantasized about making love to my son, I certainly...
Good health is nothing more than the slowest possible rate at which you can die. That's only one of the peculiar thoughts that crossed my mind while I lay flat on my back on the cellar floor, surrounded by a couple dozen silently sarcastic and pitifully empty bottles. I'd been down there for close on to three hours after leaving Peggy in the care of Izzy and Lilly; and in the course of those three hours I'd done a lot of drinking and one hell of a lot more completely cockeyed thinking....
"Katy," Dad said, "If I've said it once, I've said a hundred times. I will not allow you to get close enough to Melville to read his thoughts." "Fine, then put me next to some of his closest confidants, like that psychiatrist Jason fired," I replied. The four of us, Dad, Jason, Sara and I, were huddled in the great room of the house where our tenders had taken us after meeting our flight from Phoenix. Little Donna was playing in the backyard under the watchful eyes of a middle-aged,...
At work I am so distracted that anyone who has somewhat similar traits or even the same name gets me thinking of him. Just thinking of him gets me wet, and I cannot afford to loose this job. My Sister in law owns a boutique and she left me in charge for a few weeks while she is in her honeymoon. If I am good she'll help me pay for school and help me out financially. So it's 6:58 and its close to closing time, and I am just finishing cleaning the counter and about to start sweeping when HE...
Introduction: This is my first story so sorry if it doesnt live up to your expectations. I know that there are no names so deal with it All day I have been thinking of him. His hands on my body. Just for him to look me into my eyes and kiss me but who am I kidding, I am with my boyfriend and he is with his girlfriend. He and I can never happen. And yet here I am daydreaming all day of just his touch. At work I am so distracted that anyone who has somewhat similar traits or even the same name...
I lay awake in the night, wondering. For some reason you have been in my thoughts lately, in ways that I normally only think about guys. All I’ve ever thought about is strong wide shoulders, tightly formed muscles, and long thick smooth dicks, plunging deep into my pussy. Now though, now I’m not so sure. Ever since I met you things have been different. When I close my eyes I don’t see the usual chiseled features I’m used to, I see your face, high cheek bones, small nose and pointed chin. Your...
Lesbianeverything is so fukd rite now i dont know what to think our how to feel or if im even feeling anything life can b so fuckd up some times so confusing so chaiotic so jumbled..the thoughs are crippeling the feelings are numbing the moods are crushing and maddening... then im pulled away to more distracting thoughts....your carress warms me your passion drives me and your love keeps me afloat... hopesof being tucked away safe in your arms.. your eyes keep me focused as you stair deep into my aged...