Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The Longest Summer


                 The last class of the year was finally over. I watched as finals-weary students shuffled like polite zombies from my classroom. In truth, I felt more like the giddy grade-schooler about to flee from his bus for the last time to embrace the summer. I’d been with the university for nearly ten years. Students came and went. Yet somehow the last day of classes always made me forget that in a few short months I would be right back at it, beating my face against a desk while trying to calmly explain why a comma is indeed important when expressing yourself in written form.

                Some kids are just morons.

                While stuffing loose papers into my satchel, I noticed one student who stayed behind. She was an attractive woman. Maybe a few years older than me. Likely that her kids had grown, and she was back to complete a degree she never finished. She was a decent student. Not much for class participation. Possibly just shy.

                She waited until the room was cleared of everyone but us. She stood and walked to the door. At a complete loss for comprehension, I watched her click the lock of the door and turn to face me. Her facial expression shifted just a bit. Barely perceivable. But I noticed. And so did my cock.

                I did a nervous cough and asked, “There something I can help you with, Liz?” I pulled the satchel resting on my desk closer to my body in hopes of concealing the physical effects of her smoke blue eyes.

                “Yes and no. See, Professor… I want to thank you. For everything. All the support. The critiques. The patience.” She walked in slow motion toward my desk. Each motion deliberate and teasing. The tilt of her head. The way she tucked her auburn curls behind her ear. The way she never broke eye contact. “I want to personally…” Her voice turned thick and sweet as honey. “…and privately for your help.” 

                There was no point in playing coy or feigning ignorance. 

                I walked around the desk and closed the gap between us in three steps. My fingers were instantly in her thick hair. My thumbs rested against passion-flushed cheeks. I took two seconds to reclaim eye contact and slid my thumb across her high cheekbone. She leaned into me with her hips and half closed her eyes. I was lost.  

                I didn’t waste another second before I crushed my mouth over hers. Greedy, devouring mouths mingled breath and spit and tongues as we both fought to get our way. The air was heavy and humid as I could feel my body temperature rise with each heart beat. Heart racing. Mind dizzy. 

                She finally managed to pull back. The blue in her eyes was now completely transformed to grey. She brought her hand to my crotch and felt a cock that had never been so hard. Wordlessly she measured my reaction as she rubbed my erection through my pants. When she felt the bounce of pressure from its throb, she took to her knees. Deft and delicate fingers slipped the buckled belt. The button and zipper followed. She wiggled her hand between the elastic waist of my boxer briefs and pulled down my clothing in one motion. My cock sprang free, and the cool air caused a fury of heat as I felt my balls tighten. 

                Her mouth was soft at first. Kissing and teasing. Gentle licks from a practiced tongue. I fought off orgasm after orgasm as she tortured my prick with her mouth. She never completely devoured my cock, making sure her tongue danced back and forth across my pulsing and sensitive head. One hand was around the shaft keeping time with the rhythm of her tongue while the other applied pressure behind my ballsack. 

                The abuse was too much, and as much as I wanted to prolong this ecstasy, I knew there was no longer any holding back. “Liz,” I barely said aloud. “Liz, I’m gonna cum.”

                She moaned her approval. The vibration was the final levee.

                I put my right hand behind me on my desk to steady myself as my hips began to thrust on their own. My left hand was again buried in her tresses. My knees began to shake as the intensity of my orgasm exploded from my punished cock. Her tongue pulled and coaxed everything I had to give. The cry that escaped from my chest sounded like it came from across the room as I barely recognized my own ragged breathing. I tilted my head back and let the passion flow through me. Waves of tension left my body as the last pumps of my cock were rewarded with once again gentle licks. The release was as powerful as the tension. I begged my heart to slow, and I looked down at her. She gave my softening prick a final kiss and stood.

                We both saw that I was properly redressed. A playful smile poised on her lips as she stepped back. “Will you be teaching fall semester?”

                “I will,” I said with confidence and authority.

                “See you then,” she replied. She unlocked the door and vanished into the hallway. 

                “Next semester indeed,” I said to an empty classroom.



My puzzles
My contradictions 
My love is soft where 
My lust is hard 
My disgust drives
My desire
My eyes weep when
My joy overwhelms
My savior is
My enemy and
My future began when
My life ended

Monday, September 28, 2015

The Eternal Muse

Even when she isn't 
She is
A breath you feel on your neck
A nudge on your shoulder 
A tug you feel in your chest
A heart swell
A moment of dizziness
A tingle in your fingers
Even when she isn't
She is
Because that's what always means 

The Leftovers

Take it 
Do your worst
I've already kicked down the sun
And smashed the stars
What's left to break
When a soul 
Been shredded

Friday, September 25, 2015

TwitterShort Challenge 10


                The electric toothbrush buzzed happily in my hand. 

                And rinse.

                And spit.

                There was no way I was going to look anything other than perfect when he woke up.

                My fingers tucked a few rogue strands of brown behind my ear. I leaned into the oversized mirror and gave my lips the pucker and pout. The lipstick swept perfect lines of poppy onto my lips. One final smack together and I was ready. Not that there was far to go. He was currently sleeping two rooms down the hall.

                I’d been nervous all night. Sitting at the bar by myself. I was afraid I’d end up going home alone again. Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, just started to play when he sat down next to me and nodded at the remains of my watered down gin and tonic. It should have been his omen.

                “You need a refill?” His voice was as smooth as a slide rule. He was devilishly handsome. Slick styled jet black hair with one renegade curl falling on his forehead like a metal Slinky. Even darker inky eyes and hard jawline completed his flawless face. He could have been a superhero. He was stunningly perfect.

                “Sure.” I followed up with an innocent smile.

                It was only a matter of a half hour before I’d convinced him to come back to my place. Once safely tucked away at home, I turned on the charm.  I purposely batted giant doe eyes at him. I touched my neck. I put the back of my hand on my mouth when I laughed at his jokes. I used nearly every trick my Southern Belle of a mother had taught me. I invited him into my studio where I made extra cash as a photographer. The plush velvet of the couch was exactly where I wanted him.

                When his eyes started to get heavy into his second glass of Shiraz, I knew that tonight would be perfect. He was oh-so-beautiful and my camera had been lonely as of late. Fifteen minutes. He was out like a light.

                I grabbed my war sack and went to work.

                I stripped him completely bare. I wasn’t wrong when I counted on his physique matching his smile. It was impressive.

                He’d folded himself in two like a stapler when my spiked cocktail took hold.  In order to get him properly positioned, I grabbed my rope to slip around his chest and under his arms. I set him up to lean on the arm of the couch. I looked him over and smiled. He reminded me of a discarded one-legged teddy bear propped in the corner of the couch. Completely adorable.

                I grabbed the flask of oil and started to rub down his olive skin. Just enough to make his skin glow for the camera. I could feel the tension building in my thighs as I looked over my handiwork.

                The final touch was the leather binds for his ankles and wrists to keep him in place while my camera drank in his glory. 

                The scene was set. I was flush and more turned on than I had been in years. He was worth waiting for.

                I scampered to the bathroom down the hall where I stripped naked and reapplied my makeup.

                Everything was perfect.

                I went back to my studio. It would be another minute or so before he woke up. I’d told myself that I wouldn’t take any pictures until he came to, but I couldn’t help myself. Just a few snaps.

                The flash must have nudged him awake. He started to stir.

                I waited with my camera to catch that moment of awareness they all experience when they realize they went home with the wrong girl.



Just like that
Cut off
I'm left reeling
Throwing up my guts
My heart pounding
While it tries to fill a hole 
From a drug too powerful
And I know where you are
I know how to reach you 
But it does no good 
Since I already cut out my tongue
And sold it
To buy your product 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

No Beauty Queen

The scratches and cuts
Will scar. Soon my outsides will
Mirror my insides. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015


The lost shoe
The missing mitten
Whole in itself 
Yet only half 
Of what was meant to be 

Monday, September 21, 2015


When will the hurt stop 
When will the tears dry
When will drawing breath cease to stab
When will my soul be restitched
When will mourning end
It doesn't
It won't
It never will
It's beyond repair
It's eternal
Because my For Always wasn't a lie

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The Maestro's Magic

There is a voice
That holds the leash
Of this velvet collar
I'm conditioned completely
Hearing it makes me drenched
Thinking of it makes me weak
The cadence
The pitch
The timbre 
The authority it has
With each accented syllable 
I'll die holding my breath
Waiting for its next command


Don't ask
It's not as if you care
Don't wonder
Because your picture is wrong
Super nova and black hole
Are less destructive
I mourn a deathless death
My soul bears the scars 
And I'm not brave enough to 
Make it stop 

Sunday, September 13, 2015


One more step
It wasn't forward 
But it wasn't backward
Maybe one step sideways 
Will do 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

House Lights at a Quarter

Promises are
Future lies
An embrace that will never happen
A caress that will never be felt
The beautiful pink of 
Fifteen lashes
Becomes an internal burden
Rather than displayed as painted flesh 
Wrists and ankles chafed  
Arms numb
Throat naked
No one to 
Start the symphony 
But I'm not allowed 
To leave the stage

Sunday, September 6, 2015

The Undocumented Level

Break what is loved
Destroy what is needed
The only way to find the bottom
Is to look for the nothing 
And I'll be your mirror there 
In the next level of hell
Even Dante refused to acknowledge 

Saturday, September 5, 2015


Buried alive
Air is thin
Resurrection unlikely
Everyone's forgotten her
Death will embrace her 
Silk and velvet shroud
Over her face
Undone by a kiss
Loved by a ghost

Friday, September 4, 2015

The Ugliest Creature

Curled up in a corner
Trying to drown out their voices 
Look at it
It's disgusting
I never understood their hate
I would never touch it
Where did it come from
But my cage offered protection
From their physical attack
You don't belong here
You're an abomination
And I poured in wax to shield my ears
From their insults
It's so grotesque
You should kill yourself
But it was too late
My inner monologue was imprinted
And I could not shut it off 
No one could love you
You're gross
Go away
And so I did
When I ripped my heart in two
And bled to death 
Curled up in a corner 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015


Not just a puzzle
I'm shattered glass
There are a million
Unrecoverable shards
Tossed to the unfeeling sky
I can never be pieced
Back together
And no one likes what looks back
When they stare 
At a broken mirror 
Especially if it's the truth