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Ever felt the need to get your point across to someone, you either have to fucking punch them or slam them against the wall hand around throat and bite their bottom lip?

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“I almost forgot something. Ill be right back.” He comes back with a black velvet blindfold and wrist cuffs. Quietly walking up behind Agatha, he touches her shoulder and she turns to look at what he is holding.

“What do you think you are doing with those, Sir?”

“I told you this was going to be an experience. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you enough to bring me to your house after meeting you just this morning. But I am intrigued so Yes Sir, I do.”

He hands her the blind fold, and she immediately takes it placing it on the table and looks around for a second. Agatha gets up from the table, removes her hoodie, and walks into the kitchen grabbing a set of chop sticks she had spotted, and quickly places her hair in a hastily fashioned bun. Then takes her seat and places on the blind fold.

“Agatha, hold out both hands palms up.”

“Yes Sir” She replies. While he quickly fastens her hands to the chair.

“This is the trust part.” He said quietly while she heard him cutting up the meat on the place. Her ears twitching as she listened to what was happening right in front of her.

Anticipating what was coming she could feel her mouth watering. With a large gulp clearing her mouth.

“Now open.” He stated while putting the meat to her lower lip.

She eagerly opened with excitement, pulling the meat off the fork.

“OK, again Agatha. Open.” He stated again.

Again she complied and opened eager to accept what he had to give. She got the taste of the salty bacon and earthy asparagus this time and moaned with excitement. He did this several more times over the next few minutes. He looked down to notice her excitement was getting out of control. Her legs were already slightly trembling. He stopped for a second, placing his hand on her upper thigh, giving a firm squeeze. He reaches up and pulls her blindfold off. Now nose to nose. She looks at him with a sad look on her face, and in a begging seductive tone; “Please, Sir, please keep going.”

“Too much to fast can be a counter-productive, and cause the excitement to run out.” He reaches for the glass of wine, and tips it to her lips. She takes a generous sip, trying to calm herself down. He places the glass gently on the table. Then reaches back up to her blindfold and starts to pull it down. A smirk comes across Agatha’s lips, and her heart starts to race with anticipation. She again hears the cutting, the moving. But something was different about this, he didn’t ask Agatha to open her mouth this time. She felt a touch to her chin and a caress to her jawline. Then it disappeared, She heard the metallic ring of a knife being unsheathed, and more movement around the kitchen. She could hear the slicing of something but unable to make out what it was.

“Sir… What are you doing?” Agatha asked, concerned. She was thoroughly excited and confused. She had never become aroused because of a dinner. She hadn’t even been teased with food. So she became more and more excited for what was to come.

“Im now preparing dessert. It will be done in a second.” He said.

“Yes Sir.” Agatha said, now thoroughly confused and mystified, because she has no idea what is going to happen next.

She feels his presence moving closer to her and he sits down again. Moving a cold spoon and touching her neck. Instant goose bumps down her neck, as she tosses her head back in excitement. He withdraws the spoon, and the only thing Agatha hears is “Open”. She again complies and then hears “Bite”. The burst of a grape in her mouth almost shocks her taste-buds and sends a shockwave through her entire being.

He sees that she is quivering and asks Agatha if she is ok. In a quick and hasty response, “Yes, Sir.” Seems to be the only thing she can utter at this point. “Agatha, would you like me to continue?”

‘Yes, please.” She doesn’t even wait for the command to open her mouth this time. And she quickly feels a cold spoonful of ice cream on her tongue. She quickly closes her mouth to not miss a drop. She can feel the cold, moving down as he touches the spoon to her neck again. Sending a cold shiver throughout her body. He could see all of the affects this was having as she yearned for more and more. He looked down and noticed that the ice cream was finished and all of the fruit was eaten. Before he could say anything, Agatha asked for more. He instinctively grabbed her behind her neck. Pulled her in and gently kissed her on her lips, nibbling her lip slightly as he pulls back.

Agatha’s body exploded with excitement, and seemed to melt in her chair. He pulled the blindfold off, and asked Agatha how she enjoyed dinner. She could hardly think straight, no less answer a question in a coherent matter. She took a deep breath, and a long sigh then answered.

“That was absolutely fucking amazing.”

#creepy-bi-day #agatha #kinkyaf #my inner demons #demons #succubi

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My mood in a nutshell

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Feeling a lotta bit off tonight.

Boulder, Rock, pebble:

I am the Boulder that is often hard to move,

Stubborn and headstrong

The immovable object that will keep you in your place.

Supporting Kings and Queens and peasants alike,

All take what they can get from the boulder.

I will forever be the rock that is often cast aside,

Who sat as the foundation for something great,

Provided the support however little it was,

Never faltering, holding it up when all else crumbled.

Yet blamed for the collapse when the rubble cleared.

To once again be cast aside.

Though once it was great, Sturdy and strong,

Pieces were chipped and broken,

Given and taken without regard for self.

Weathered away through the turmoil and pain,

You can burn all three, just to be charred

You can drown them in water, but They’ll find land again

You abuse them just to cast them aside,

They once again become the support for something new.

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I am an empath,

I feel what you feel.

I put myself in your shoes,

To feel what you feel.

See what you see.

I care without regard to myself

Even though I have no obligation.

When I say “I know” when you are telling about your situation,

I was there with you the whole time.

I have the uncanny ability to tell how you are feeling

Without you telling me.

Perception is reality, and Reality hurts,

For I feel what you feel,

Its not easy,

Sure as hell isn’t fair.

A crisis at home, loss of a loved one,

That recent engagement,

I feel your pain,

I feel your happiness,

Ill support you through everything.

So long as you let me.

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Drive me to a McDonald's and get me a McHail Satan

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Im working on a new chapter of an origin for Agatha. How she came to meet her lover in the stories. But there will be more.

#agatha

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Mood: just fuck to pain and misery away

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It hurts

It hurts to move,

It hurts to breathe ,

It hurts to think,

It hurts to look,

It doesn’t hurt because of pain,

It hurts because of loss,

It hurts because of the lost time.

It hurts because of the missed memories.

It hurts because of the missed smiles,

The missed hugs, the missed kisses,

It simply, fucking hurts.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #free write #random

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So after being overly tired and writing a story, whats your take on Agatha's story? Im debating on continuing the story or cutting it off.

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"Agatha, Your choice. Rope, ziptie or chains?

She bites her lip as she contemplates her fate. A deep breathe, followed by a long sigh.

"Rope, please Sir."

"Remove your clothes and we can get started."

Her demeanor completely changed from the bratty attitude she had from before, now fully compliant.

The rope is fashioned into a pentagram across her chest. Framing her perfectly shaped breasts. Wrists bound behind her back. Suspension bar tied under her knees. And ankles bound to her thighs. Each time the rope touches her body and constricts, she shudders and gives a moan of approval.

"Are you ready Agatha?"

"Yes Sir"

In an instant she is lifted from the bed by the suspension bar.

"First the feather, when you have had enough you can let me know."

Taking the long hawk feather, caressing the inside of her thigh, then down the front across her stomach and her breasts. She lets out a subtle moan. Her body reacting with every touch. Goosebumps all over nipples hardening. I reach for the cat o nine tails, with a quick snap, she lets out a loud scream.

"Mother-fucker! Hahaha. Again, and harder this time."

The look of sheer ecstacy on her face says it all. This was the moment she has been steering this day toward. Another snap across her ass, she gasps for air spinning from the rope. Catching a glimpse as she spins by, her eyes are beginning to change back to the crimson red.

"YES!!!"

I gently release the rope easing her back down to the bed. Smiling from ear to ear, she can hardly contain herself. Releasing the lower ropes freeing her legs. She straightens them drawing one back up close to her chest to get the blood flowing again.

"Release the upper ropes please, Sir."

I roll her over to lay her on her stomach, grab the rope to release it, before I can pull the rope loose she draws her legs underneath her body putting her beautifully shaped ass in the air. Her palms open, she points back at me with one outstretched finger, telling me to come to her.

"Please Sir, come here."

Slapping her ass once, she gasps again. Seeing her reaction, slapping again. She opens her mouth biting the pillow moaning. I pull the ropes freeing her arms. Kissing her on the cheek.

"When you are ready, Ill be in the kitchen... making pancakes."

#kinkyaf #demons #my inner demons #dom/sub #agatha #tease #torture #bondage

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"Of all the Gods and Demons I have prayed to, Agatha why do you stick with me? I literally have nothing to give. Nothing at all."

"Well you are kind of funny and semi attractive. Whats the big deal? I enjoy the company and you get some fun out of it? Plus there is this thing, called demonic attachment. Perhaps you have heard of it?"

"To be fair, you are literally a demon that follows me everywhere. And What the fuck do you mean? Semi attractive and kind of funny. Just be quiet Im almost done. You are gonna pay for that comment."

(Agatha steps closer) "What are you gonna do about it? If you want me to be Q U I E T. Then fucking MAKE ME."

Grabbing my knife from the small of my back with one hand, and Agathas neck with the other pushing her against the wall. And gently running the tip of thr blade across her chest.

"Why do you have to be like this? There were only a few things left for me to do. But Nooooo, you had to go and be a fucking brat."

Watching her eyes dialate as I get closer. She lunges forward to kiss me, moving my hand up from her neck to cover her mouth.

"No. You dont get a treat before punishment."

Her eyes begin to change from the honey gold, to her crimson red. Taking the knife I slam it into the wall just in between her thighs narrowly missing. Then they recede back to normal. Feeling her mouth open she bites my hand. Moving away revealing her smirk. She starts to walk towards the house.

"Agatha, we arent done. Get back in here."

Agathas eyebrow raises. Then looks over her shoulder.

"NOW!"

"You know the rules Agatha, no walking away when we are having a discussion, now you can go sit in the workshop til Im done here. Ill be along in a second."

"Yes Sir"

#demons #my inner demons #kinkyaf #bratlife #dom/sub #agatha

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Sitting under the Pale moonlight, filling the Night sky. A fire in the distance, the shadows seem to never end in the distance, of this Pale moonlight.

I sit to think, i think to remember. The feel of your fingertips when you grab me from behind. The feeling of your lips on my neck. Your body as you pull me back to lay with you. Just to stare at the Pale moonlight.

Dreaming or awake? I dont know at this point. It seems real. It certainly feels real, pulse is elevated. The familiar touch, that smell of perfume. To be jolted awake, sitting alone in the dark under the pale moonlight.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #alloriginal

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Nowhere

There is Nowhere I would rather be than Nohere.

The criticism for such a statement is immeasurable.

But Nowhere is where I want to be.

For I am Nowhere

Sitting on a train, taking me Nowhere fast,

Im living in the moment Now,

Experiencing new things Here.

The twists and turns of the railroad,

Hurtling faster to my destination.

Do I get of Now, or do I get off Here?

I don’t know for sure, But I am Now Here.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #alloriginal

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Day/Night

From Day to Day, there is Night.

Without the warmth of Day you cannot have a Night,

Giving life to a new Day, and another new Night.

Two sides to the same coin, different but the same

Lighting up every room the Day light enters,

Ensuring all can see the smiles that Day light brings

As the light fades, then enters Night

Giving a break to start anew.

Resting and relaxing,

Releasing the stress and pain

Accrued like taxes.

Keeping a low glow as you stumble through the Night.

Brighter days, lead to darker Nights,

Higher highs, and lower lows.

#creepy-bi-day #alloriginal #poetry #poets on tumblr