CageI ask him if he would put his hands around my throat. As a beginner model I'm a little apprehensive taking my clothes off for a stranger, after all.Cage2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As an experienced photographer he wants more. "Do you mind if I spank you first?" he laughs. "I got an idea where your torso is in a dog crate, bone in your mouth, ass in the air. Very objectified."
I tell him that it's humorous that it would take less trust and comfort for him to smack my ass than touch my neck.
"I thought maybe it'd be good to get used to putting hands on you in another way first."
He refuses to acknowledge that it's going to be his hands and I find myself grinning. Innocence:
"I totally agree. Hands on delicate places like the throat..."
I taper off.
He explains the process as if it is another day at work. "I'll try to smack you until you're sore and teary, but I won't fuck you up. Makes sense?"
I find him intriguing in the beginning. He wants to objectify me first, keeps me distant, keeps me at a safe level so he doesn
Character Profile: AleksandrCharacter Profile: Aleksandr3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NAME: Adrien Aleksandr Khrushchev
BIRTH DATE: November 13th
BIRTHPLACE: Moscow, Russia
HAIR: Dark Brown, (dyed blue at some point)
OTHER FACIAL FEATURES/OTHER APPEARANCE DETAILS:
-Septum piercing (Once settles in to London)
-Slender Body type
DRESS (Style, colors):
Aleksandr is no doubt the definition of 'boring'. He enjoys calm, tedious colour patterns such as dark pastels, blue, burgundy, off white. And of course, corduroy pants to top it all off, usually falling into the same category of colour. Once Aleksandr is introduced to the ever popular, American Apparel, he finds it to be quite appealing~
DESCRIPTION OF HOMELIFE/BRIEF HISTORY:
Aleksandr was born and raised in Moscow Russia. Never having much as a child had always kept h
.:Time Kills:.I lay on my back slowly;.:Time Kills:.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the clock
Watch as life rejects me
Second after second.
It's so overwhelming
As rejection and disappointement comsumes me.
I lay in the heat
As the sweat tries to wash away
the filth of my soul.
.:I hate the fact...:.I hate the fact i am me.:I hate the fact...:.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the fact you'd never understand
I hate the fact i'm all you see
I hate the fact i feel alone
I hate the fact fantasy's not real
I hate the fact i dont dont know anymore
But the fact i hate most is that i'm ONLY me.
Tell Her DieI see that girl in the mirrorTell Her Die9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She cries so much
And her eyes
Oh her eyes are filled with much pain.
She looks like she dies with each drop.
Tell her die
And die she will.
Of course not physically,
You will never hear the cries,
See those tears
Nor will you ever see a smile.
Tell her die.
By Kelly Ho Sang
May 4, 2005
The Real MeI'm your future withinThe Real Me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your blast from the past.
I'm the one you wished for
And I'm here at last.
I'm now the real me
And I feel so complete.
Now I don't mind
If everyone can see.
I'm no longer a lie,
I'm now the truth.
Yes, that's my sigh
I no longer need to be soothed.
I'm my future within
And my blast from the past.
I'm the one I wished for
And I'm here at last.
By Kelly-Ann Ho Sang
January 19, 2005.
The Secret AdmirerI am someone you don't know,The Secret Admirer10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My love for you I always show
To you in a secret note.
You wonder who it's from,
It could be even your chum,
But you kow what,
I see you chewing your gum,
I stand there watching you wondering if you will take me to the prom.
Guess who i am,
I am your mailman.
TaintedA tainted soulTainted10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A tainted heart
Tainted by hate,
Tainted by the unloved,
For this curse I walk with,
This heart which is so cold,
This heart that does not have a soul.
A tainted breath,
Full of heat,
The heat of anger
Of my eternal flame.
But show no one.
Afraid to be touched
Afraid to love and be loved.
The fear to get close,
And push away.
Tainted words of mouth
Words of hate,
Words of sorrow.
These words show no care.
This heart which is so cold.
This heart that does not have a soul.
Forever tainted me.
By Kelly-Ann Ho Sang
Average Part 1: The Invitiation Penelope Kirkland was the average 17 year old girl. Average parents average height, weight, grades, popularity, bust, black hair, home and town. Everything about her was average. She even had an average boyfriend named Tod. She was dying to be anything but average.Average Part 1: The Invitiation10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
One average sunny Summer saturday there was a knock on her door. She was alone. Tom wouldnt be over for another Hour and a half. There was nothing good on TV so she was bored. She thought "Meh im bored. I guess i could answer it." She peaked out the window and saw a tall old man with a coat and scarf on. She opened the door and he looked down on her with recognition.
"Ms. Penelope Kirkland I presume?" The man asked in a thick English accent. ''Yes?" Penelope responded politley. "I am pleased to announce that you and one loved one have won a free all expenses paid trip to the Jesters Candy Factory in London England if you choose to accept." The man stated matt
No-titleTrapped in the same 4 wallsNo-title8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crying and sobbing
No one hearing my calls.
Losing my faith and strength
Losing it all.
Staring at the future
Watching myself as i fall.
Goin deeper and deeper
I get small,
'Til you cant see me at all.
.:Dear Diary:.Dear diary,.:Dear Diary:.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never help me
all u do is absorb.
And i get nothing in return.
You can't console me,
tell me everything is alright.
Tonight is the night you die.
I'm goin to kill you because u know too much
and have yet to help me.
You'll be the brightest flame tonight,
burning all my memories.
Dear Diary, Good Bye.
Like ColourLike Colour9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I stared at the stained glass
from the inside
And as the night fell upon the earth
The colours turned black.
Every colour may turn black,
Every good can turn evil
And Everything bad can get worse.
I sat and pondered
How everything relates to life,
Even if it does seem unnecessary or miniscule
Like colours we take for granted,
And pay no mind to them.
They bring brilliance to life
And they are an indication
That life exists.
Don't let the colours turn black.
By Kelly HS
May 1, 2005
Leaving FriendsLosing a friend like youLeaving Friends10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would not be so cool,
We always see each other at school,
But when we leave here;
Would the distance be too much to bare,
That we choose to leave this world,
As cruel as it may sound
To take my own life;
Take it with a knife,
With a wound that will not heal.
The way I feel I cannot reveal.
By Kelly-Ann Ho Sang
That Neighbor Woman with Her Gigantic HandsMatt was home from college for the weekend, and his heart kicked into overdrive when his mom mentioned that she'd be having her "coffee clique" over on Saturday morning. "I'd like to do some more planning with Zoe for a surprise birthday party we're throwing for Lindsey," said Matt's mom, "but I suppose the whole gang will be there, so that'll have to wait. It's a secret, you know..."That Neighbor Woman with Her Gigantic Hands7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So his mom's coffee clique would be over in the morning... All of Friday evening, Matt could hardly focus his mind. There were some good looking women in his mother's circle of friends. Especially that hot milf, Zoe Minor!
Matt had had a major crush on his mom's friend Zoe Minor for years. Zoh-eee... ZOH-eeee! Even the sound of her name sent a shiver up Matt's spine. And she'd be -- 37 years old now. Yes, at some point Matt had committed Zoe Minor's birthday to memory, so that he could always figure exactly how old she was. Thirty-seven years old, and hot, with her long dark brown hair, and
Friends to the EndFriends to the EndFriends to the End3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hmm, how about those three,” A male scientist asked as he pointed to a group consisting of two young men and a young woman, who was holding the hand of one of the young men in the trio.
“They look like good group of subjects,” A female scientist replied as she watched the group out the van’s windshield, “Average builds, mixed genders, and what are the odds that there are three of them and three new serums to test? I’d say they should do perfectly.”
“Alright then, let’s get to work,” the male scientist replied as he started up the van and pulled out of their parking spot, slowly approaching the trio so as to not attract attention.
“Well, that was a pretty good movie,” Peridot said with a laugh to the couple walking next to him, “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” Mark replied, “It was alright. It just always seems sort of unrealistic
It's My Fault- Dr. Who SI-fic The Doctor sat on the floor of the bathroom, leaning against his bathtub, his skinny arms wrapped around his knees. He bent over so his head was in his lap and cried. Shaking and coughing, he sobbed into his knees.It's My Fault- Dr. Who SI-fic2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Why did they always leave him? Why did everyone he cared about either die or get pulled away from him They all were gone- Sarah Jane, Rose, Martha, Donna- and his extreme depression spilled over that day.
The Doctor was having a terrible day- Amy and Rory were irritated at him and he didn't know why, he got appoximately half an hour of sleep the previous night, and the TARDIS controls weren't working. All of his anger, confusion and sadness mixed together, and it spilled over.
'I deserve it,' he thought, fighting to control himself. 'It's my fault they all leave, anyhow. I know that now. I put them in so much danger, and they've been nearly killed. And it's all because of me. Me, who wiped Donna's memory. Me, wh
Katrina's RevengeKatrinas RevengeKatrina's Revenge5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: CrushWriter@hotmail.com - www.crushwriter.com
Katrina was massive. No, thats not even close Katrina was utterly gargantuan! At only 15 years of age, she stood 65 barefoot, and weighed in at a scale-crushing 982lbs. Being of Jamaican origin, she had smooth dark skin and an absolutely mammoth ass and thighs which, when seated, were a staggering 8 feet wide.
Katrina had two sisters, both of whom were well over 700lbs, and her mother who weighed in at over 1,200lbs. All four of them exercised to keep fit and mobile, all four of them were over 6 tall, and all of them loved to eat. Her father was a successful businessman, which meant that they were quite a wealthy family with food in abundance and the majority of their household furniture custom-made to support the colossal weight of the women and also to accommodate their ultra-wide asses. Ironically, her father was only a mere 510 tall and weighed a tiny 180lbs.
The ExperimentThe ExperimentThe Experiment3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Please, just let me go, I'll do anything," Alice shouted as she banged her fists on the plexiglass wall surrounding her. At this point, she'd gotten over the useless attempts to cover up her stark naked body with more of a focus on escape. Her captor didn't seem to interested in looking at her anyway...at least, not yet.
"But why would I do that, when I'm so close to success, and you're the perfect subject," the mysterious man in the lab coat and glasses replied finally reacknowledging her after several minutes as a terrifying smile crossed his face, "Slender, athletic physique, just above average height, not to mention that fear of water I noticed watching you earlier...that would be the perfect test of adjusted brain activity and instincts...I mean, what's a mermaid who's afraid of water?"
The man chuckled at his own sad excuse for a joke, while Alice quickly tried to think of a way out of this mess. She could barely even remember how she got there..
Mind Games Mind GamesMind Games2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I HATE liking you,
I HATE every feeling that comes from thinking about you.
I wish i could just throw away all these metal notes im making about you...
But it wouldn't do any good because as soon as i do,
My mind would just make more notes about you.
Did I mention that I hate thinking about you?
Because I'll end up analyzing everything you say,
To see if you are telling me the truth...
Or letting me down easily...
I'm compelled to play each moment we spend together
Like a CD until it skips with my second thoughts of whether or not you are really feeling me.
I loathe the guessing games
And Despise the fear that hides in my third eye
Of subconscious scenarios that consume my mind
When I am debating on whether to step to you with these feelings...
Or continue to watch from afar.
Others laugh at the way i suddenly turn into a mute when it comes to saying anything to
The Bimbo NoteThis text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad languageThe Bimbo Note4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
My life was a normal one.
I went to college.
I had two parents and a younger brother.
I even had a couple girlfriends.
And it would have remained normal.
If I hadn't found that notebook.
A notebook that gave me the power to change the world.
It was a hot summer day, I was going to my last exam, and was ready to spend the whole summer vacation as fully as my low funds could afford.
Ending the exam half an hour before anyone else, I had the opportunity to get out of the class and into the empty corridor with a broad smile in my face; not only was I sure I had aced the test, but even if I hadn't, my grades would assure I wouldn't have to go to reparation exams.
Meaning I was free to do as I desired till September.
As I wal
LustThe most saddening feeling in the world is the feeling of being in love with someone who doesn't know you exist. Holly has found herself in this position.Lust1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Everyday at school, she sees the most gorgeous boy she has ever known. Michael Werden. The boy is charming, built, and oh-so dashing. Almost every period, Holly swoons as he walks past her locker.
Holly is a beautiful girl. She wears the cutest outfits, has the most gorgeous shade of brown hair, and her eyes are a vivid green. Her face has no imperfections, with soft and luscious skin. Her hair is long and silky. You may be thinking why such a beautiful girl has problems winning over the heart of a young high school boy. Well
Michael is a senior. Holly is a junior. It's as simple as that. Holly receives more than enough competition extremely beautiful senior girls. Girls more vicious and popular than Holly.
One day, Holly decides to take her love for Michael to a new level. She has never felt so much sexual urge for another hum
Room 214Alice walked slowly down the brightly lit hallway. She wasn't exactly sure which room she was expected in, but at least she was early for her shift. Numerous doors lined the walls, various sounds resounding from each.Room 2141 year ago in Settings More Like This
"Are you lost?" a passing aid asked.
"Umm yes." Alice replied. "Would you happen to know where room 214 is?"
"Down the hall, to your left. Six doors down!" the aid answered.
"Thanks!" Alice said hesitantly. She was still very nervous for her first day on the job.
Turning the corner, she was greeted with yet another extremely long hallway. She squinted her eyes at the brightness of each hall. The tiles, walls, and ceiling. It was all sheer white. And very clean.
Alice slowly extended an arm. She sure hoped this was the right room. Everything about this place felt so professional. Everyone she met was in uniform. Alice felt very out of place with her black yoga pants and blue sweatshirt.
Upon entering the room, she was taken aback by the sheer size of i
Being a Healthier PersonBeing a Healthier Person1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Sometimes in life things seem to come together almost at random. Many people spend the days leading up to New Years telling themselves that they're going to do this or stop doing that. Most don't last and those going past a week are truly dedicated to the cause (or under doctor's orders). Why does this happen? Wrong mindset. The dedication is there, but the true gravity of their decision hasn't sunk in yet. So how does one go around changing your lifestyle for the better?
Up until February this year I was a smoker, not the pack-a-day kind of smoker, but a smoker nonetheless. I also weighed the wrong side of 110 kg (242 pounds for the non-metrics). For a very long time I wanted to quit, but nicotine addiction is a harsh thing and I failed miserably in my first attempt in 2010. So I kept going, gradually reducing my smokes a day from about twelve to a rather less unhealthy seven. I was proud of myself for achieving as much, but