Writhing (NSFW)

Writhing
Is my body.
Overtaken
Is my core.
Radiating 
are waves 
of decadent desire.

Flexed
are my hips 
Positioned 
to take you in.
Arched 
is my back,
Consumed 
is my being
to feel 
your flesh upon mine. 

Lifted
are my breasts 
seeking 
strong fingers for kneading.
Pointed
are my nipples 
drawing close 
your warm mouth.

Open
is my cunt, 
anticipating 
your seeping hardness. 
Blossoming
is the bud of my garden 
to receive your flood.

Naked
and trembling 
before you
is the whole of me.

Exposed
and vulnerable 
are the secrets 
of my lonely, broken soul.
Katya Evangeline ©2017

Stay with me

If you would let me

I would be yours.

I can hear your answer already. “But you already are MINE.”

No. I want to give you all of me. The ravenous primal animal that hides inside me. The stalking lone she-wolf that seeks a mate who is as wild and physical as she is…

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“Take the day off of work. Stay here with me.”

“That’s so sweet,” you exclaim, as you loop your tie through the collar of your pressed shirt.

“Meet me at the nearest hotel, the fancy one by your office!” I quip, my eyes excited and hopeful.

“You know I would if I could, dear,” you concede, slipping on your wing-tipped oiled leather shoes.

“I’ll come to your office,” I offer coyly, twirling your tie, rubbing my hand over your crotch, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You are very cute” you answer glibly with a half- smile.

“Let’s have sex in your office, just this once,” I suggest shyly. My voice feels hoarse, as if I have been begging. I feel like I am running out of offers, running out of hope.

You gently loosen my grasp on your tie and your pants. You kiss my fingers, then my forehead as you disengage.

“I mean it, you know.” 

“I know you do,” you reply.

 “I will bring you a picnic lunch. We’ll close your office door. . . You can sit at your impressive office desk and send emails.”  I hear you chuckle at my idea.

“Meanwhile, I’ll do this…” 

Not one to give up easily, I again run my hands down the front of your fine italian wool pants and slide to my knees. 

“You can even have a conference call while I do this….” I bury my face in your groin and aggressively mouth your hardening cock through your pants. My lips caress and taunt your cock and I purposely breathe wet, hot moisture over your lengthening shaft. 

You lovingly lift my chin up and away from your rising length where moments ago my lips clung to you. Tenderly, you guide me to my feet and lead me downstairs. 

I plop like a discarded ragdoll into the chair you’ve pulled out for me. A hot mug of fresh coffee appears before me, the rich brown liquid swirled with cream just the way you know I like it. You take my fingers and wrap them around my steamy cup and I do my best to flash a dazzling smile. “Thank you, love.” 

You grab your briefcase and keys. My face is tired from posing and my eyes drop to stare tiredly into my cup. Only solitude will see my tears.

I feel your lips brush the crown of my damp curly hair. “You know I would love to stay here with you all day if I could. Real life doesn’t work like that, darling.” 

No, of course not. Silly, needy me.

I smell your citrusy aftershave, mixed with your clean scent, a manly smell with a whiff of sweetness. I don’t remember the last time we kissed like lovers. 

Again your lips alight upon my skin. A hint of spearmint and warmth remains where you stood, and I hear the door click closed. Your brisk steps descend down our front steps and the house falls silent.

Some days I think I would give all this up, our beautiful life, our comfortable home, the respect of our friends… All of it to have a lover who would stay the day with me, our bodies entangled together, his hot skin layered inch by inch upon mine, yearning and lonely skin feasting on the touch and feel of another.

I would revel under the weight of your body crushing me, the feel of your taut muscles as you grasp me roughly and devour me. Even if I wanted, I can’t squirm away because I am pinned beneath you and you envelope me with your strong arms. Feeling your flesh mashed together with mine is heavenly and yet it isn’t enough. I need you to fill me and make me forget the world as you ruthlessly satisfy yourself in me, and I in you.

I am not a princess but a needy, base animal that wants to lick and taste every inch of your body. I want to drag my teeth across your shoulders, nibble your ear lobes and suck angry love marks across your neck and scrumptious body. I long to bite your nipples, your back, scratch your thighs, leave my nail imprints in your juicy ass and tease your balls with my tongue and my teeth. 

My tongue will trace down your torso and your back as my mouth explores you. It makes me crazy with hunger as I massage and knead your muscles from your shoulders and work my way down your chiseled and expectant body.

I trail my tongue down the middle of your abs and wet the trail down to your turgid and dripping cock. Your cock is thick and pulses with energy and excitement. That is one strong and beautiful cock. I grasp you in my hands and enfold you in my warm mouth and your whole frame shudders with desire and pleasure. 

I worship your cock and balls with my lips and tongue. My mouth massages, kisses you hard and licks and swallows until the sinews of your thighs tremble involuntarily, your body quakes and your seed explodes past my thirsty, greedy lips. 

I feel you convulse beneath me and gasp for air as I continue to gently suck you and drain you in sweet release. I don’t normally like the taste of cum but I feel an unquenchable thirst to let you fill every part of me and consume me, so that all that is left is you in me. 

Seeing, feeling and tasting your release makes my body quiver with excitement and need. My body thrills as I feel your physical response to my touch and artistry. My cunt is overwrought, past the point of excitement. She seeps with desire as one weeps for her lover. I have never felt so empty and desperate to be filled. If I could make the ache go away I would fill myself with anything that could ease the pain of emptiness but the only thing my body craves is you.  

My body molds to yours and my legs wrap around your torso. My cunt is wet and hot against your waist, and I open myself to you, dying for you to pierce me and fill me to bursting.

I want you to ravage me as fiercely as I ravage you. I want you to pursue me and catch me and make me feel alive. I need you to mark my body with your love or your lust or your brutality. I need to feel the force of your passion for me. I hear your words and reap your care but my body….she is wanton and insatiable. 

My body doesn’t use words. My body speaks and understands touch, sensation, vibration. My body only understands the feel of your body against mine, skin against skin, tongues dancing together, lips and mouths fastened to throbbing clits, swollen cocks and dripping, ready cunts. My body knows the feel of being deliciously smothered in touch and the pain and loneliness of physical denial.

I can’t get enough of you and can’t get close enough to you. No matter how fiercely you grasp me it is never enough. I could lay with you and feast upon your flesh day and night. And yet, you rarely grasp me or pull me to you. So often, I am alone in our silent house.

Food, sleep and other comforts could forsake me. All I want is for you to stay with me, my lover, our bodies pressed skin to skin, with you filling me and satisfying me, over and over again.

My Frozen Heart (Jen’s “Ex-Gay” Romance, Part 1)

This is Part 1 of a story I wrote about a young woman named Jen. At one time in her life, she realized that she might be gay or bisexual. She fled to a Christian community that promised her that if she believed in Jesus then God could make her “normal.” They assured her that she really could Pray the Gay Away. And she did. It seemed to work. For a while.

But eventually, as many other victims of the Religious Right, the Anti-Gay and Ex-Gay movements can attest, the Ex-Gay/Anti-Gay/Homophobic thing falls apart and hopefully, hopefully some of the movements’ victims find the knowledge, strength and support to rebuild their lives.

This is the first story I have EVER posted online or shared with another person. I hope you like it. Part One is not very steamy. Part 2 gets a little juicier. Part 3 gets very hot and juicy. But first things first,  Jen has a lot of shit to sort through.

In case you are wondering, this story is not autobiographical, although my fictional character, Jen, and I have shared some similar experiences. Which ones? I’ll never tell.

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Content Warning: This story (in various parts or chapters) will contain same sex romance, kissing and hot, explicit sex between 2 females. Jen’s story is critical of evangelical religion and deals with faith, religion and LGBTQ identity. If you have a problem with same-sex relationships and explicit sex, LGBTQ relationships or any of the aforementioned topics please stop reading now find a different blog to read. You will not be happy here. Thanks!

Part 1 of Jen’s Story, below, is Rated PG and doesn’t contain explicit sex. (Sorry, you will have to wait until part 2 or 3 for more sexy details.)

However, due to the other chapters of this story please be 18 years and older in order to read this story.

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My Frozen Heart: Jen’s Story, Part 1.

“This is about Us, isn’t it,” Sarah says, her eyes piercing me.

I take a step back, trying to recover my personal space, like a buffer zone of safety, my mind reeling.

“No.” “Absolutely not!” I spit out quickly, walking backwards and stepping behind the podium installed in the front of the room. I shakily try to pull out my ever placid “minister’s” face, the front that I have worn for the past 3 years that fits like an eye-pleasing but life-constricting Victorian gown.

“It’s not like that,” I mumble glumly, looking down at the empty surface of the podium, as if I can find speech notes there to save me.

Silence overtakes the room. I stare at my hands.

Sarah has always been the quiet and gentle one. She never pokes or prods but I know that this time she is not going to let me out of this room until she has the answers she needs. The answers we both know she deserves.

I feel breath in my ear. With one hand she touches my shoulder and with the other I feel her small, strong fingers intertwining with mine. Tenderly and gently, she turns me away from the podium and into the circle of her arms.

I refuse to look at her, inspecting my scuffed black work boots.

She pulls me close, so her lips are almost touching the side of my face. The warmth from her sweet, heart shaped face radiates onto the side of my face and the curve of my neck. I feel her warm moist breath tickling my ear.

I pretend my body is encased in ice. I command my body to feel nothing. “Please don’t do this to me,” I think silently.

Her small mouth speaks clearly, calmly, forcing my heart to listen to her. “Jen.”  “I am going to ask you something, Jen. Please, please be completely honest with me.”

“Of course.” I creak out. “I’ve never lied to you.” I resist the urge to turn and whisper this into her hair.

Still gripping my shoulder, the strength of her deceptively tiny frame restrains me in her embrace. With her other hand, she grasps my chin firmly, and pulls my face toward hers, giving me no choice but to look directly into her eyes.

“You’ve been a full time campus minister for the last three years . . .”

I nod, gulp and break eye contact, knowing and hating where her line of questioning is going. My heart race speeds up and I resist the urge to move away or flee. She deserves to ask these questions. I owe her that.

“In the past, you shared your testimony about how God changed you from being gay or bisexual . . . I remember how you used to share your story when you preached on campus. . .” She continues in her softest voice, “I haven’t heard you tell that story for at least a year.” “I need you to tell me how you feel about me. About us.”

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