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The Tutor (The Dark Side of Erotica)
I am a nobody, no one knows who I am.
That’s why I can get away with my sinful crimes.
A sin not only because of religion but because of the law.
What I do is frowned upon by society and I do not understand why.
I understand that their younger then the legal age, but the way they present themselves, any man would be slightly tricked.
My first one was was sixteen, she had long blonde hair, size c breast I’d guess and say.
She was a little over developed and she led me on.
When I gave her a ride home one day, I took a detour.
I took her back to my place and said I had to pick something important up.
I invited her in and I sensed her uncomfortability. Her blue eyes, perky lips, she wore a tight black skirt with a very low and also tight white shirt.
She had no bra on, I knew this because her hard nipples were on my mind all day.
When she took a seat, I sat beside her and put my hand on her leg, started moving it closer up her skirt.
She pushed my hand away and said “I want to go home”.
I don’t know what came over me, I forced her down, gagged her mouth so she wouldn’t scream.
I maliciously pulled up her skirt, no condom on, no lubrication.
She twitched when my finger felt her labias, her pain my, my pleasure
Tearing off her underwear throwing them to the side.
Bent over my couch, I spread her legs.
I entered her sweet innocent walls, ready to destroy them.
She mhphed and mhphed at each of my thrust.
She was wet, but not by will, just the bodies natural reaction.
I punded her ass making it red, her sinful juicefuls leaking down my leg.
I released a load of evidence inside her, but I didn't care.
I took her cherry, she was so tight I’m hard just thinking about it.
I remember each of her grunts and sqeals, the look on her face when I finished.
She was speechless.
Like she lost a piece of her soul.
I told her to keep this quiet or I’d kill her family, I didn’t mean it but she thought I did.
I drove her home, heading to my next student to tutor, hoping she’d be more willing to learn….
That’s why I can get away with my sinful crimes.
A sin not only because of religion but because of the law.
What I do is frowned upon by society and I do not understand why.
I understand that their younger then the legal age, but the way they present themselves, any man would be slightly tricked.
My first one was was sixteen, she had long blonde hair, size c breast I’d guess and say.
She was a little over developed and she led me on.
When I gave her a ride home one day, I took a detour.
I took her back to my place and said I had to pick something important up.
I invited her in and I sensed her uncomfortability. Her blue eyes, perky lips, she wore a tight black skirt with a very low and also tight white shirt.
She had no bra on, I knew this because her hard nipples were on my mind all day.
When she took a seat, I sat beside her and put my hand on her leg, started moving it closer up her skirt.
She pushed my hand away and said “I want to go home”.
I don’t know what came over me, I forced her down, gagged her mouth so she wouldn’t scream.
I maliciously pulled up her skirt, no condom on, no lubrication.
She twitched when my finger felt her labias, her pain my, my pleasure
Tearing off her underwear throwing them to the side.
Bent over my couch, I spread her legs.
I entered her sweet innocent walls, ready to destroy them.
She mhphed and mhphed at each of my thrust.
She was wet, but not by will, just the bodies natural reaction.
I punded her ass making it red, her sinful juicefuls leaking down my leg.
I released a load of evidence inside her, but I didn't care.
I took her cherry, she was so tight I’m hard just thinking about it.
I remember each of her grunts and sqeals, the look on her face when I finished.
She was speechless.
Like she lost a piece of her soul.
I told her to keep this quiet or I’d kill her family, I didn’t mean it but she thought I did.
I drove her home, heading to my next student to tutor, hoping she’d be more willing to learn….
Published 21st May 2011
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21st May 2011 4:11am
not a bad poem by any means, but it feels very stuffy, as though your inner-editor had the day off. I think a more concise version would present the shock-value you're seeking.
21st May 2011 4:31am
what do you mean? I think i understand because I wrote this for a challenge for that had to bee 3oo words or less. So i tried to expand it it a little. I will edit it though
30th May 2011 11:52pm
to me this was a story more than a poem; I got the intention - to shock a reader and to show me how a psychopath thinks and acts. It is a good thing to write about anything; many get satisfaction just knowing someone is reading it.
30th May 2011 11:58pm
yes, i'm just glad most the time that people even read my stuff. I entered this one in as a prose poem and erotic because I knew simply where it would get the most reads.
19th Jun 2011 12:53pm
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