Poetica Musing

She sat at the table, her foot tapping in frustration as she looked at her watch yet again. "Damn him" she mumbled under her breath. That was the second time he had missed a dinner date that he had organized. She swallowed the rest of her wine and asked for the bill as she wrapped her warm woolen coat around her body.

She paid and stepped out into the cold windy night. Maybe she would still be able to catch the last train if she hurried.

She pulled her coat tighter and headed off.

Darting into alleys to quicken her exit from the biting cold she could hear footsteps keeping pace with hers. Looking around she saw a man not far behind her wearing a hat and scarf walking with the same intent. She laughed "Smart man, it's freezing. I wish I had brought a scarf with me too" and continues on her way.

A flash of fabric moves in front of her gaze and before she knows what is happening her eyes and mouth are covered and she is being pulled by her hair and pressed against the cold brick walls of the alley.

Her mind screams in fear as the scarf is pulled from her eyes and down onto her mouth to smother the screams that try to escape. Eyes wide and scared she feels his breath against her neck as he pulls tightly at her hair to expose her flesh to his lips.

He hisses like some devil and growls against her ear "Scream all you want, you will be used here and now!"

His hands nimbly tie hers behind her back with her forearms bound tightly together to limit her movements. One hand pulls at her hair as the other pulls her coat aside, lifts her skirt over her hips before ripping away her stockings hugging at her thighs.

Tears drip down her face as his feet forcefully kick hers apart before ripping her panties from her hips. "No...please..please" she mumbles through the scarf in her mouth as she feels him unbuckle himself and move in. His coat slips either side of her naked hips as he parts her cheeks and forced her face lower down the cold wall to force her to offer herself to him. With a silenced scream she feels him drive himself between her dry lips, deep inside with no concern for her discomfort as his cock presses inside. Humping her like a rabid dog he slams into her in quick, hard thrusts and just as quickly he cums inside her. A few quick strokes to milk the last drops from his cock he pulls out and turns her to face him.

I once watched two lions make love.

For a while he just followed her, slowly, gracefully, studying her, learning her patterns, gaging the distance between them. She knew it, but she didn't flee. She just wandered elegantly, a bit beyond his reach, glancing back from time to time to see if he was still behind her.

They danced this way for a while, she pretending to evade him, he pretending not quite to be ready, not quite able to overtake her. Then one day he pounced, pushed her to the ground, and trapped her between his paws, laying his massive weight on top of her.. pinning her flat. He took, without negotiation, what he wanted.

shining brightly & unapologetically

taking up space for the

foreseeable future.

Does it ever…and scent🫦