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a good girl's perversion
I’ve given you directions to an Inn on an old country road.
precisely at midnight, you knock on the door where the
antiqued bronze 2 hangs. ‘it’s unlocked,’ I say, & you enter
cautiously. the room is dark except for the glow of a low fire
in the hearth.
from the shadows, I instruct you to remove your clothes, place
them on the chair. you do so slowly, but I’m a patient man. you
hesitate at your lacy undergarments, then blushingly slip them off.
you wait as I observe your beauty, your hands covering your
sublimest treasure. ‘lie down,’ I say. ‘raise your knees & spread
your legs.’ you do as you’re told, exposing your timid glory. I tell
you to touch yourself, insert your fingers. ‘I can’t.’ do you think
you have a choice?
‘I have a cane.’ my voice is firm but subdued. ‘if you defy me, I will
beat you. how much pain can your derriere withstand?’ I can see your
breathing increase, your breasts heaving. you place your fingers where
I want them, as you rub gently. how you excite me with your mere touch,
that is not even on my own rigidness, but on your flourishing womanhood.
are you a witch? are you Hecate?
‘do you love me?’ I ask, as you explore. ‘No. no, I don’t love you.’ I am, of
course, not surprised, nor repelled. ‘then why did you come?’
you speak as your moisture beckons your fingers. ‘don’t know. drawn by
the intrigue, I suppose. maybe I’m foolish. maybe crazy.’
‘you’re not crazy,’ I tell you. ‘you’ve read my poems; you took something
from them, & you want to give me something in return, so you give me this.’
you probably didn’t hear me, as your fingers drive forcefully. moaning like
a fallen angel, your back arches slightly, as you rush desperately to the
ascension of your gilded tempest. your jungle cat screams bear witness,
as you take violent flight to your own beautiful heaven…
and I am sated more than you can imagine. as you lie there, serene in the
afterglow, I say ‘get dressed. you can go now.’ you’re perplexed. ‘that’s it?
I thought…’
I tell you there will be other interludes, I’ll contact you. as you exit, I remain
in the shadows, in my enraptured reverie. but I do not smile.
I never smile...
Published 19th Mar 2015
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19th Mar 2015 9:31pm
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19th Mar 2015 9:37pm
really good piece of erotic short fiction - I am so jealous its the one genre I find so difficult to do. You do this so well.
your last line is a killer one :-)
your last line is a killer one :-)
Anonymous
19th Mar 2015 10:55pm
!
(that is my comment for speechless)
(that is my comment for speechless)
19th Mar 2015 11:17pm
20th Mar 2015 00:00am
Absolutely awesome! I am very impressed. Thank you for the read, Great ink!
20th Mar 2015 1:38am
The teacher, will teach. The student, will forever be perplexed. The way it should be.
Enjoyed this, thank you.
Enjoyed this, thank you.
20th Mar 2015 8:39am
Frankly, this sounds like something I would do for an intriguing man like you. Only in my head, of course. I wonder, is there a muse? Wonderful write, Mr. Feddeler.
20th Mar 2015 3:10pm
You never smile, eh? Johnfeddeler, I would only leave until you did smile...a dirty, sly smile. Love this write-leaves me aching for more (and that means two things).
20th Mar 2015 3:29pm
His eccentric nature is quite alluring to the perverse mind. Your muse has explicit needs. The intensity is a pleasure. I'm looking forward to his next set of instructions. Respectfully, blue angel
20th Mar 2015 4:50pm
I see your erotica taking a darker taste, loving this new place you're headed!!
Johnny Rotten!!!
Loves you
Zazzles xoxox
Johnny Rotten!!!
Loves you
Zazzles xoxox
20th Mar 2015 9:15pm
Innocently malicious.
It's like reading moving pictures.
Every scene is captivating, intense, elaborately erotic.
This a masterpiece John.
It left me craving for more.
It's like reading moving pictures.
Every scene is captivating, intense, elaborately erotic.
This a masterpiece John.
It left me craving for more.
21st Mar 2015 2:07am
‘I have a cane.’ my voice is firm but subdued. ‘if you defy me, I will
beat you. how much pain can your derriere withstand?’ I can see your
breathing increase, your breasts heaving. you place your fingers where
I want them, as you rub gently. how you excite me with your mere touch,
that is not even on my own rigidness, but on your flourishing womanhood.
are you a witch? are you Hecate?
INSANE I had to come back for more!!!
beat you. how much pain can your derriere withstand?’ I can see your
breathing increase, your breasts heaving. you place your fingers where
I want them, as you rub gently. how you excite me with your mere touch,
that is not even on my own rigidness, but on your flourishing womanhood.
are you a witch? are you Hecate?
INSANE I had to come back for more!!!
Anonymous
21st Mar 2015 5:07am
Oh look there is a poem too, I could not get past the picture,beautiful.
HAHA the poem was great!
HAHA the poem was great!
22nd Mar 2015 8:54pm
Anonymous
23rd Mar 2015 7:42pm
Well ... shit ... no one ever does that for me after reading my poems.
26th Mar 2015 5:08am
This is interesting, stylish, and ultimately, realistic. I like your candid recap of the experience and the edgy tone you employ. The dynamic you capture is complicated, but with most colorful people, moral contradictions are prominent. Oh, and hats off to you for enticing a women with your poetry. That's always a feat worth telling of. Smooth pen my man!!
31st Mar 2015 3:07am
The suspense is agonizing yet oddly satisfied... Your writing always has this classy yet dark and mysterious feel to it. Sexy piece!
22nd Jul 2016 5:06am
