#sbag

*He tuts softly* Why torture yourself, pet? You know you want it. I know you want it. Why deny us both the satisfaction of admitting that you want it?

*His hand that was teasing your folds, drags upwards, palming your breasts. He plants languid kisses on your pulse point, along the column of your throat, moaning softly. Sensing your resolve slowly crumble, he presses his hard length against your thigh*

Don’t you want this kitten? Don’t you want to feel me inside you? Don’t you want to feel the pleasure I can bring you? Don’t you want me to make you see the stars? I’ll give it to you, sweet one. Just answer my question and I’ll do as you so desperately crave.

*He beings slowly rocking his hips on you, seeking friction, even while still confined in his trousers. All the while, still leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin*

- L

(If I may be so bold to suggest... Seduced By A God?)

Gods, it was becoming increasingly tempting to give in to him...

"And if this is how I want to play?"you whimper softly.

"Then I'll bring you over my knee. Would you like to test my patience further?"he said sharply. You sucked in a breath.

"Maybe."

You were feeling light headed from the sweet torture, and he chuckled.

"I'll delight in torturing your sweet bottom, darling."

"Is that a promise?"

"More of a threat, but take it as you will. What do you say? Will you beg?"

His thumb was stroking over your clit in tantalising circles now, making it hard to think.

"Not yet."

The way he growled in your ear made your hairs stand up on end.

Oh, you were in for it now.

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E de repente me vem um espasmo.

Medo, ansiedade, dúvida e espanto.

Todos temos medo

daquilo que não podemos controlar.

Me vejo de novo na varanda,

o vento uivando, chuva constante.

O cobertor que já não aquece,

pois o medo me consome.

Me desfazendo por inteiro.

Caminhando sobre a luz da lua,

três horas da manhã,

frio impertinente, coração quente.

Cabelo molhado e

Ruas desertas.

Caminhando devagar,

Mas com pressa.

Estou indo atrás,

do que não posso controlar.

E ele vai decidir,

se vai querer ficar.

First Performance: I honestly can’t remember my first time performing in front of people. I can say that my Mom still has cassette tape recordings of me standing on the dining table (using it as my stage) belting out Sesame Street songs to entertain family and friends. It’s always been in my blood.

First Pet: The first two dogs I remember my family owning were a Doberman Pinscher named Addie and a “pot hound” (Trini slang for “mutt”) named Rusty. There are pics in our family photo album of me riding on Addie’s back as if he were a horse, when I was probably around three or four years old. He was that huge in comparison to me. Gentle giant though. I remember always feeling safe with those two dogs. I wept years later when they passed away. 😢 In unrelated news, my paternal grandmother, Inez had a black cat. I am still convinced that feline was Satan incarnate. Suffice it to say that thanks to that creature, I am not (nor will I ever be) a cat person.

First Crush: I had a hugest crush on this cute brown skinned girl named Tamara when was prosbly 11? Perhaps a year or two younger. She was never initerested. It became my first time (of many) being friend-zoned lol. We’re still cool to this day though. 🤷🏾‍♂️

First Time I Realised I was Good With Words: TBH, I always realised that words came easy to me, whether it was writing them in essays, poems, etc or singing them or acting them out in school/church plays. I’ve alasy been advanced in Reading. I used to read all the reading/literature books for the coming school year as soon as my mom bought all my texts during the summer vacation period. However tr day it actually clicked in my head that perhaps I might be exceptional is when I won a nationwide School Poetry Contest. The thing that made that win, uhmm, exceptional is that they I had forgotten to do it for honework the night before, and so I quickly word vomited something random (IMO) onto a page during recess when I remembered it was due, because English class was right after the break. A short while later there was a school assembly and they announced that I won a prize in the national competition. I was one of maybe 20 students in both islands that was in the prize winning list. To this day I still cannot remember what the hell I even wrote the damn poem about. The book of poetry that I won as my prize still sits on the same shelf as all my other actual trophies which I’ve accumulated from various music competions, and my sonvwriting awards etc. Because why wouldn’t it? It was my first win. 💁🏾‍♂️

First Girlfriend: I was about 16 when I met my first GF. Somehow my awkward nerdiness won her over. I actually thought I had botched our first official date by spilling a drink onto her lap. She went to the bathroom to clean up all the juice that soaked her skirt as best she could, while I sat in my living room beating myself up for being so clumsy. She emerged from the bathroom grinning, and realising how stressed (perhaps panicked) I looked, she french kissed me, and told me she realised that the drink-spilling incident probably happened due to my nervousness. She found said nervousness (in her words) “Cute”. It was a pleasant surprise to say the least. We stayed together for about 9 years. Many of them tumultuous. We even tried to be best friends for many years after breaking up. We don’t speak now. Some things just aren’t meant to be.

Tenho tanta fome

Daquilo que quero ser

Que até esqueci o nome

Do meu próprio florescer

Já tentei por um milênio

E ainda não me fiz por existir

Pois sei que no silêncio

A solidão vem me vestir

Seria tão concreto

Me acostumar com a dor

Mas sempre que passo direto

Eu sou aquele vento

Que ronda as estradas

Eu sou o desatento

Ao descer as escadas

Sou o que fecha sua porta

Ou o que pula a sacada

Aquele que não importa.

O de cara fechada.

E eu te espero

Onde o frio é instável

Você sabe o que eu quero,