Do

what you do to me
echoes through eternity
so let's get busy

Utilities

I never thought Master would take me up on my suggestion.  That's the fatal flaw in my makeup that makes me such a good little Slave; I suggest things I shouldn't and He takes me up on them.

He wanted me pregnant because He dreamed of one day having a little Slave just like me.  "Watching her eat my cum out of you would be a real trip," He said to me.

I wanted me pregnant because He did, and also because ever since I was a little girl I had wanted that.  Most girls play with dolls because they want to be a mommy.  I wanted the doll inside me.

But when He said he wanted me pregnant by another man, I had to suggest it because I hoped He'd say no and knew He'd say yes.

He stationed me next to the bathroom in a nearby park, trussed up and naked, with a little sign: "Public Use."  Then he sat back and watched.

The first few people who walked by didn't know what to make of me, so He scrawled, "Free" under the sign.  Then He started talking to men who came out of the bathroom.  "Having a good day at the park?" He'd ask.

"Sure," they'd say, if they weren't just staring at me.

"Know how to make it even better?"

"How?"

"She's over there.  You've already got what she wants."

I only remember the first because it took so long to get a first.  He didn't even need a spiel.  He just asked, "Seriously?"  Master nodded and I tensed up.  The man shrugged.  "Okay, I'm game," he said.

He finished quickly, but by then there was another guy in line, and then another and another.  I lost track of how many.  Master occasionally came over to get his dick sucked but I was so blissed out I'm afraid I did a poor job, something I paid for later.  Still, I was brimming with strangers' cum as the light faded.

"What's going on here?" An official voice.  "There've been complaints."

"No problem, officer; we were done anyway."

"Hang on a minute." And I heard a uniform fly unzip, felt the officer's cock slide into my ass.  "You'll be back tomorrow?" he asked as he fucked me raw, then switched over to my cunt to spurt his seed into me.

"If she comes up pregnant, maybe I'll give her a week off."  The policeman laughed.  Master did too.  "But it'll take weeks to know, so yeah, tomorrow we'll be back."

Ready

when I'm drunk
and he slips my panties off
that's when I'm ready

Shade

That's where he should be.

His hands on my leg, sliding up to the knee, holding me there. His strong hands guiding me.

The hot breath on the back of my neck like he was made of fire.

His stomach, hairy and soft, rubbing against the small of my back and then down as he shifts into position.

His hardness thrusting between my puffy lips; ready or not, he is inside me.

That's where he was until today. And he'll never be there again.

Don't weep for him; he died doing what he loved. Me. He loved me until the end.

His end.

Why did he have to call out her name as he spent himself inside me.

What will he tell the other ghosts in my head.

Leda

They told me I wasn't thinking straight.

Ever day I wake up. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I remind myself that I am strong. I break down.  I am not strong.

Every day I wake up.  I wash parts of me I don't look at. I don't look in the mirror. I remind myself that I am beautiful. I am not beautiful. I eat a bowl of corn flakes. Every morning I eat the same bowl of corn flakes because I can't eat anything else because if I do things will happen and I won't be in control of them.

I wash my face and brush my teeth after I eat my corn flakes because I remind myself I am beautiful and strong and my therapist says and my parents say and I am not beautiful or strong. Every day I wake up again.

The grass in the park is green. I don't live where it snows so the grass is always green. Some days it rains and I go to the park and sit in the rain and feel safe because I know that it doesn't rain on days when bad things happen and so this will be a good day.

The bench in the park is not safe. I am not safe there. Why do I sit there? Why do I wait on days when it doesn't rain and the grass is green and the sun is shining and I am not safe?

Every day the parts of me that I cannot look at are dirty so I clean them. Or I wash them. They cannot get clean. The grass is green there in the park.

Every day I wake up. I eat a bowl of corn flakes. I walk to the park. My therapist says and my parents say and I am not beautiful or strong so I walk to the park.  If it rains I am safe, but it doesn't rain so I wait on the bench where I am not safe and I watch for swans and I wonder why?

I am not thinking straight. I remind myself I am not thinking straight. Swans are everywhere.

Magellanic

"Do you know how many humans it would take to circle the globe in a giant train with everyone fucking everyone else?"

"Where did you hear this statistic?"

"Just guess."

"I give up."

"More than are currently in this room."

"Hey..."

"But we can be the starting point and hope some others show up."

"That explains the giant black double dil you're currently..."

"Shut up, stupid. I never said anything about talking while we try to set a record."

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"You like that, don't you?"

"If you get it any deeper, you might go around the globe, you sexy..."

"Hush. Relax and let the circumnavigation happen."

"CirCUMnavi... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh baby yes fuck fuck fuck..."

Painful Haiku

little white lie stains
on my otherwise sin-free
marriage bed duvet