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Switchblade
Looking out her window this evening
She watches the vehicles pass
Her loft is dark, very quiet
letting the shadows play with her
Sitting on her window sill
She does not hear the noises
The door opens, he walks in
She is grabbed from behind
Struggling, unable to scream
Her fingers are clawing against flesh
She is dragged away from the window
Hand full hair, thrown to the floor
Scrambling, he kneels over her
His hand around her neck
She gasps, her eyes filling with tears
Her body stiffens slightly
Fear takes hold
He is not letting go
Pulling out his switchblade
Cuts into clothing, scraping recherché skin
Exposing her breasts, wicked grin
Stares at him, he straddles her
He leans down, takes in her scent
Leans back, slicing more, revealing more
She struggles against him
Flinging her legs about
he pins her legs with his legs
Puts the blade against her neck
She pleads with her eyes
He reaches for the bulge in his jeans
Unzipping, pulling out his cock
Watching her as he does
He forces her legs apart
Taking his cock with his hand
Forcing himself inside of her
She tries to scream but nothing is heard
He starts to fuck her hard
Her face goes blank
Knife against neck cutting in
Closing her dark eyes nothing she can do
Tears flow down to her ears
Fucking hard he smack her face
Head turning with his brutal force
Blood appears in mouth, on her neck
Stabbing the blade into the floor
Startling her, grabbing her neck
As he rams his cock in and out of her
His grip tightens, picking up the switchblade
He runs the tip of the blade across her skin
Squirming, he slices her right tit, gasping
Her hands on his arm, pushing away
Not strong enough, he slices the left tit
Gasping, dark crimson flowing
Unable to fight back, closing her eyes tight
she let's her fear take her, far away
Her hands go lifeless
Cumming he slaps her hard
Finishing with her, pulls out
Standing up over her, cock back in his jeans
His wicked grin, his beautiful crimson artwork
Her eyes pop open
Looking up at him
He licks the switchblade.....
She watches the vehicles pass
Her loft is dark, very quiet
letting the shadows play with her
Sitting on her window sill
She does not hear the noises
The door opens, he walks in
She is grabbed from behind
Struggling, unable to scream
Her fingers are clawing against flesh
She is dragged away from the window
Hand full hair, thrown to the floor
Scrambling, he kneels over her
His hand around her neck
She gasps, her eyes filling with tears
Her body stiffens slightly
Fear takes hold
He is not letting go
Pulling out his switchblade
Cuts into clothing, scraping recherché skin
Exposing her breasts, wicked grin
Stares at him, he straddles her
He leans down, takes in her scent
Leans back, slicing more, revealing more
She struggles against him
Flinging her legs about
he pins her legs with his legs
Puts the blade against her neck
She pleads with her eyes
He reaches for the bulge in his jeans
Unzipping, pulling out his cock
Watching her as he does
He forces her legs apart
Taking his cock with his hand
Forcing himself inside of her
She tries to scream but nothing is heard
He starts to fuck her hard
Her face goes blank
Knife against neck cutting in
Closing her dark eyes nothing she can do
Tears flow down to her ears
Fucking hard he smack her face
Head turning with his brutal force
Blood appears in mouth, on her neck
Stabbing the blade into the floor
Startling her, grabbing her neck
As he rams his cock in and out of her
His grip tightens, picking up the switchblade
He runs the tip of the blade across her skin
Squirming, he slices her right tit, gasping
Her hands on his arm, pushing away
Not strong enough, he slices the left tit
Gasping, dark crimson flowing
Unable to fight back, closing her eyes tight
she let's her fear take her, far away
Her hands go lifeless
Cumming he slaps her hard
Finishing with her, pulls out
Standing up over her, cock back in his jeans
His wicked grin, his beautiful crimson artwork
Her eyes pop open
Looking up at him
He licks the switchblade.....
Published 1st Jul 2015
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1st Jul 2015 1:13am
'crimson artwork' of a deadly psychotic. rated XXX for the violence.
'killer poetry' is an understatement...
'killer poetry' is an understatement...
1st Jul 2015 7:03am
You would make an excellent crime story teller indeed. Very interesting inked poetry. Nice Work
1st Jul 2015 7:15am
1st Jul 2015 7:32am
"Pulling out his switchblade
"Cuts into clothing, scraping **recherché skin"
~quite a **tasty word flavor, you exotic violet
in-bloom!
"His wicked grin, his beautiful crimson artwork"
~and the "y" mentality flows..frm 'his p.o.v.
You're a power poetess, w/emotion on spill here! Effective sequencing is pegged perfectly line to line w/great portents of all.
*good job, luvzu lady!
~d
"Cuts into clothing, scraping **recherché skin"
~quite a **tasty word flavor, you exotic violet
in-bloom!
"His wicked grin, his beautiful crimson artwork"
~and the "y" mentality flows..frm 'his p.o.v.
You're a power poetess, w/emotion on spill here! Effective sequencing is pegged perfectly line to line w/great portents of all.
*good job, luvzu lady!
~d
1st Jul 2015 6:59pm
1st Jul 2015 7:58am
Well, Mastersgdgurl, luv ~ :-*
I've been trying to comprehend. I understand some have rape fantasies. This does not have that feel to me.
This feels all too horrifically like actual rape. You write it with vivid clarity and, sadly, a keen insight.
I suppose you have left some room for the possibility of this being a roleplay with a hint of foreshadowing; however, to me that is not the feel of this particular piece...
Your pen is mighty, luv, indeed. :-*
I've been trying to comprehend. I understand some have rape fantasies. This does not have that feel to me.
This feels all too horrifically like actual rape. You write it with vivid clarity and, sadly, a keen insight.
I suppose you have left some room for the possibility of this being a roleplay with a hint of foreshadowing; however, to me that is not the feel of this particular piece...
Your pen is mighty, luv, indeed. :-*
1st Jul 2015 6:53pm
1st Jul 2015 4:49pm
I wish the violence didn't go quite so far, but that's my taste. I'm kind of a wimp I guess. I wouldn't draw blood with that blade. Knives and guns are occasionally phallic symbols wielded by dudes who can't get it up any other way. Very strong write, Gdgurl. The menace is pronounced and very effective.
1st Jul 2015 6:59pm
2nd Jul 2015 6:38am
Wow! Very vivid. Prelude to a wicked page turner. Finished this with a great novel.
3rd Jul 2015 5:29am
4th Jul 2015 5:14pm
very powerful piece poetess... the imagery was off the chain and dark... amazing talent with the pen
4th Jul 2015 5:45pm
14th Jul 2015 6:13am
I'm torn, rape fantasy or rape. If this focused more from the vantage point of the rapist, gave us more insight into his perverse satisfaction, this could be brilliant. I liked a lot of it. Just left wanting more. 💋
