As I caress your hair
I dissolve
into fragrances, into voices, into sounds.
Like rain I'm banging against glass windows,
like fire I consume and die away.
I become air and dust,
and settle behind your neck...
(1998)
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Anger
Are you sleeping in your messed- up bed?
Can you hear the echoes of the accordion
in the middle of the night?
Can you smell chocolate breath
soft touch against your back?
It's me.
Is it the TV that is
sexually arousing you,
crushing our night light
in the middle of the night?
Are you tough my little boy?
Are you drinking in relief,
looking back and down on me?
Poor, poor thing....
bullets sing at our balcony,
stupid songs my artist says,
"it's our bed, my love" I beg.
Sleeping again tonight,
how can you bear the stink, the order
of the secrets that you keep,
deep, at least quite deep within?
(1999)
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And what you did to me.
(painting by Will Murai)
And if I decided to let go,
it was because I've changed.
Your love has changed me.
Laying next to your hidden, blue eyes
ripped me open
and made the snakes slither away,
leaving me nothing but yours.
People's faces and our faces
printed in Kodak film,
printed in my mind for ever.
And words bleed when they speak of losing you.
My brain cells will explode
if you kiss me there again.
(1997)
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On a summer evening
Your hair, black as the night sky,
ink in water your gaze on me,
singing nightbirds call your name,
they sing our love,
tonight.
Our bodies stuck like wet leaves,
your body lost in mine,
summer kreeps inside the room
we were there, under out tiny red light,
last night
Your words promising and light,
beckon me to a passion's sweet delight,
some time I'll surely borrow,
to come to you,
tomorrow. (1997)
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Eyes closed
Music was playing
and she was laying
her thorny cards.
She was smiling,
yet was lying
to the eyes of the one
who wasn't there,
though his name was whispered
between the guitar cords
the keyboard notes,
it tavelled in the smoke
of the crowded room.
She pretended not to listen
and kept on drinking.
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Fuck me Dead
“Fuck me dead”
she whispered and ran her tongue over his moist spine, between his
butt cheeks, round his balls and he would obey and thrust his tool
deep inside her like there's no tomorrow.
And there wasn't any, at
least not for him. He fucked her dead.
This was how she liked it.
Suddenly emerging with
grace, shuffling the cards of her game, and when his dick was ready,
it was then that she played her ace.
“Just a phase” she
told herself again, a retort she never ceased to repeat to herself.
Yet this one was lying on
the bed, fully clothed and unconscious. She had given him a bite,
only a small one right behind him neck and had carried him home.
On the way she calculated
the size of his dick. Tall guy, huge feet, big chunky dick, young
thus never failing to do its job, his cum bitter-sweet, his blood
sweeter.
Flay him alive.. no not
this one she muttered scrutinizing his chest rising and falling
rising and falling.
She sat at the edge of the
bed and pulled her knickers down to her knees. Her thumb slid inside
her slit and she moaned. He was good to watch even clothed like that.
No don't come, not now.
She pulled her finger out of her cunt and licked it. “Dinner is
served!” she she peeled his clothes off.
The jeans, the cotton
underwear. His smell was intoxicating. His body was already
responding to his nudity and was sending blood to his cock, doubling
its size in minutes.
This pleased her.
She ran her tongue around
the top luring the head out and when it emerged out of its hiding
place she hid it behind her lips sucking its juice, feeling it grow
inside her mouth.
The man moaned and its
eyes popped open.
She didn't even have to
speak which was rather unfair. She lifted his white t-shirt over his
head and took of her bra.
“Touch me” she said
softly. “Fuck me dead”
The man smiled and pushed
his face between her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair
and down his spine.
She pushed him above him
and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Inside me now.” she
moaned and ran her tongue around his neck.
The moment his dick
touched her wet circle of her trap she breathed him in, just like
that.
He felt the pull and
moaned pushing himself more and more.
“Yes baby, ride me
good.....harder now...make me cum.”
His fingers found her
little button between her legs. Like a guitar he played her and she
begged all the more sucking him deeper in.
“Come for me!” he
whispered and she exploded into nothing and everything. He felt her
cum run between his legs, a sweet spicy smell and smiled.
“Yeah baby, that's
right” he said licking her breasts.
“Now it's your turn”
she said and pushing him over she rode him on the side.
With his right leg between
her breasts and his left over her spine she rode him hard, her cunt
swallowing him inside places he'd never been before. She closed her
eyes and felt her spine on fire..no yet, she thought.
“Are you ready baby?”
“Please..”he begged”
“Should I stop or will
you fuck me dead?”
“I will fuck you and
come inside you and fuck you again just let me come.” he shouted.
“No,” she said cupping
his balls with her hand. “not yet baby”
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(photo by Frederick Fontenoy)
Mind Fuck
"Spread them, I want to look at
you there, I won't touch you with my hand, just with my eyes...come
on" he said egging her on.
She spread her legs and felt his eyes
push inside her. Her cunt swole and opened under his gaze.
"You want me to fuck you now,
don't you?"
"Yes" she admitted
"Should I do it though?" he
said and tore his dick out of his jeans.
"I think you should" she said
in a small voice.
"But I don't need to do it. You
are going to cum for me anyway, aren't you baby?"
Her fingers slithered between her legs
and pushed at her hard round flesh; an electrical current sending cum
between her legs.
"No, no" he said taking her
hands away, kissing her fingers softly.
"Not like that. Spread you legs
more, push your knees up...yeah like that." he said and his eyes
locked on her open vagina.
"Now, you are going to cum for me,
I'll watch your cunt open up like a flower
and your juice will spill on the sheets and when that happens, I will
ride you but not before." he whispered.
"That's impossible." she
whispered and their eyes locked. He came closer and bent above her
his hand on her cheek.
" I won't fuck your body baby but
I am fucking your mind and that will make you come harder than ever
won't it?"
He pushed back and sat opposite her his
dick in his hand.
"You know how this feels inside
you, you know what it can do for you, what I can do for you.."
he said pushing the flesh of his dick to its base.
"My heat is building up and I want
to come hard inside you, fill you all up. What do you want?"
"The woman sighed and opened her
cunt with her fingers.
"I want you to play me and
penetrate me and push yourself inside me while you rub me. I want to
feel your warm cum inside me, I want to hear you moan, call my name.
I want your spasm, your force, and I want you know to fuck me to
please me to release me ....please she begged and her cum made the
sheets underneath her a shade darker.
"Won't you come for me baby?"
the man said, his dick huge and demanding, her body aching for it.
"I'll die if you don't fuck me
now, I swear I'll die" she yelled grabbing the sheets.
He crawled right above her, drove her
knees over her breasts and placed the tip of his dick softly on her
cunt making her scream.
Orgasm hit her body so hard so
unexpectedly she pushed against him like a bolt, like a woman
possessed, dipping her fingers into his
back, wrapping her feet around him screaming his name.
He forced himself inside her so hot and
hard, he shattered her into a thousand pieces. Pushing himself harder
and harder, riding her like a demented man,
"I'm going to cum now baby"
he said and she grabbed hold of his balls blocking his release.
"No.” Not
yet baby," she said pushing him on his back.
"Not yet and not like that."
she said tenderly pulling the handcuffs from under her pillow.
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The Bishop's Hotel
(painting by Crajes)
The Bishop's Hotel
The Bishop's Hotel
The rain was slapping her
on her cheeks making her put her chin to her chest in search of
shelter, all in vain. Her cowboy boots were already calf deep into
the mud and unless she found a place soon, she too would be washed
away.
She turned her head back
to catch a last glimpse of her old Ford but the rain was too thick,
too dense for the dim headlights to penetrate.
The rain trickled down her
legs and into her boots making walking harder by the minute so after
a while she took them off and barefoot she moved on.
“Fuck... fuck... fuck”
she muttered fighting back the tears, regretting her stupid date, the
blunt sex at the back of his pick up, the fact that she had insisted
on going back home on her own.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she
went on until a tiny red blinking light caught her eye straight
ahead.
“Fuck!” she shouted
and started to run towards it.
The red blinking light
turned out to be a red blinking sign announcing “The Bishop's
hotel.”
Despite its awkward name
and the fact that she, a born and bred girl of the area had never
seen or heard of it before, the Bishop's hotel was the best thing
that had happened in her life, at least until then.
Her feet were relieved to
step on solid ground. She run up to the porch and pushed the old door
open.
“Ding!” a bell rang
from somewhere in the back. The girl could hear herself drip on the
planks beneath her, forming a small puddle around her.
“Hello!” she shouted.
“I hear you, I hear
you.” a man said and then another door opened at the other end of
the room.
A very old man walked in
and looked first at the girl and then at the puddle around her.
“Caught in the storm or
happy to see me?” he asked.
“Storm..yes” she said
apologetically looking down. “My car broke down..”
“Ahh” the man said and
nodded.
“Such a cliché I know.”
“Don't worry about it.
Here's a key. Go straight upstairs, dry up, get warm and it will
pass.” he said and placed a small key on the counter.
“Thank you” the girl
said relieved and pulled a 50 dollar note from her right boot.
“Nah..” the old man
said. “Save it 'till morning.”
“But...” the girl
began
“Bishop with decide in
the morning..Bishop's orders...First floor, you go right up now.
Don't linger.”
Boots in hand, the girl
walked into the narrow corridor and headed for the stairs. A low
buzzing TV sound reached her ears but other than that the hotel
seemed quiet.
At the end of the corridor
and just before the stairs one of the doors gaped open. She paused
and strained her ears to listen inside.
“Are you coming in?” a
whisper and a hot breath tickled her behind her ear. So startled she
was she dropped her boots on the floor.
The man picked them up and
pushed the door open a little more.
“Well?” he said with
inviting chocolate flavoured eyes.
The soaked young barefoot
girl entered the man's room only to find that he was not alone in the
first place.
“Hello, I'm Bishop.
Welcome to my hotel.” the woman said slithering out of bed, her
black shawl barely covering her breasts.
Her long fingers played
with a white pearled necklace which hanged around her long neck and
all the way down to her bare pubic bone. She was all naked, a
penetrating scent of burnt incense emanating from her body. The young
girl looked confused.
“There, there” the
woman said soothingly, “Don't be upset. After I take care of you,
Peter will take care of us both, I won't keep him all to myself, I
promise.”
The girl looked at Peter
who placed her boots on the floor.
“I think I'll better go
now.” the girl said.
“Bishop cannot be
refused baby.” Peter said softly and touched her neck with his
lips. His touch was warm, it sent ripples of excitement all over,
warming her up.
His hand unbuttoned her
shirt and cupped her small breast.
“So young” he
muttered.
The girl closed her eyes
and breathed him in. So sweet he was, so unlike her impotent
boyfriend of hers. And who is ever going to find out in this
godforsaken place.
His palm slipped inside
her jeans and searched between her legs. She closed them tightly to
trap him in but he quickly pulled away.
She opened her eyes
irritated and turned to look at him but he wasn't there. Bishop had
her legs already on his shoulders as he bent over her cunt greedily
sucking her while Bishop's eyes stared at the girl curiously.
“Don't you just stand
there. Come...there's plenty here for you too..come.” she said and
beckoned. Peter lifted his head and standing on his knees he
unbuttoned his jeans.
“What's your name?” he
asked her but the girl had forgotten. His hand wrapped around his
dick half hidden in Bishop's mouth.
Peter smiled and offered
the girl his hand. She was transfixed, she couldn't move. Bishop's
mouth moved slowly over his cock, and then she licked him from top to
bottom, his hand running through her long back hair egging her on but
she, Bishop, turned to look at the girl eagerly.
“Please take off your
clothes and join us.” she said quietly.
The girl obeyed and
stripped. She climbed on the bed and laid on the pillow.
“You have small breasts”
Peter said “But you have a big ass which suits us fine.”
“And your hair is curly
and soft, your skin as soft as silk.” Bishop said running her hand
under the girl's ass.
“What are you going to
do to me?” asked the girl while Bishop spread her legs open. The
girl's cunt was small and red like an open wound.
The woman smiled.
She bent over the girl
licking her breasts and slapping at her own butt cheek lightly she
turned to Peter.
“China?” she asked.
Peter pushed himself hard
in Bishop's cunt and she screamed.
“Fuck me, yes.” she
shouted licking her lips and Peter grabbed hold of her and banged her
groaning like an animal.
His speed was abnormal,
the way her body tilted backwards was impossible. She grabbed his
dick from behind, it had grown so big..the young girl saw it, it tore
Bishop in half.
“Now baby.” Bishop
cried and Peter pushed his hand between her legs and sealed her neck
with his mouth.
Orgasm hit her like a
carriage train and her nails broke into the mattress before she
melted into his arms.
“Bishop baby..” he
whispered tenderly licking the blood from his mouth.
“Fuck her” the woman
muttered looking at the transfixed girl at the edge of the bed.
“Don't be scared”
Peter said. “I won't hurt you unless you want me to. Come open your
mouth, spread your legs I want to cum..come now.” he said softly.
“You know you want to so don't resist it.”
The girl knelt in front of
the vampire. He cupped her head and pushed her down gently.
“See..” he said. “It's
not as big now, it only grows to please.”
The girl took him into her
mouth. His taste was weird something spicy mixed with something
sweet. She sucked him hard and he moaned.
She liked it, he knew she
did. His dick was different, she felt wet, her small cunt opened with
a tiny wet sound.
But it was Bishop's hand
that entered first.
The girl moaned and spread
her legs more.
“You like it, yes..”
Bishop whispered and then the girl felt something else penetrating
her.
It was the woman's pearl
necklace, rubbing against her cunt, the little beads fucking her one
by one slowly and in unison making her clitoris swell becoming a
pearl itself, aching her for more.
Bishop opened her cunt
layer by layer the white beads torturing her and the size of Peter's
dick grew more and more inside her mouth.
The girl ached and burned
her cunt swollen and ready.
“Please fuck me..” she
moaned
“No, not yet.” Bishop
said running her fingers over the girl's ass.
“Please” the girl
begged, cum running between her thighs. “Fuck me Peter, or whatever
your name is. I don't care what you are, just fuck me..”
And so he did.
His dick tore her cunt
wide open and she took him in screaming for more.
“Make it bigger!” she
shouted
“No,” Bishop said “
It's already big enough. “I have to train you first, open you up
and then you can receive him but not now.”
“Make me cum please...”
the girl shouted and Bishop nodded.
Peter bent over her and
wrapping his hands around her legs banged her hard against the wall,
his body just a blur. He came inside her calling Bishop's name again
and again.
The girl shouted in
release and Bishop buried her teeth over her small breast.
“Cathy...” Bishop said
later wiping her mouth. “Her name is Cathy and she stays here for
free.”
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