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
tomato sauce...sometimes love ain't enough...tomato sauce...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes it just lacks some stuff...
some tiny details, some bit of rough...
and a bit of tomato sauce...
who cares about all the emotions?
who cares about elixirs and potions?
and dramas causing these commotions...
to a bit of tomato sauce...
damn you, and damn those tears...
damn you, I have no fears...
I utter what my soul hears...
with a bit of tomato sauce...
toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss
rachel monica chandler and ross
johnny freakin depp and kate junkie moss
you know what? I hate tomato sauce...
answerless questions...- If years made me lose all my teeth, would you still want to kiss me?answerless questions...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- When cats hide from the rain, do they know the fun they're missing?
- Do pencils get jealous from pens for leaving a trace that's harder to erase?
- Will angels fall if they chose by their own free will to abide by the will of God?
- Is Satan as ugly as they draw him, or did he spend his money on a complete make-over?
- If you were hungry and had only one piece of bread, would you give it to a kid dying of hunger?
- Do all beauty pageant contestants want world peace, or just a piece of that diamond crown?
- When you hear the sentence: "they lived happily, and grew old together, he became a senile diabetic old man and she died of breast cancer at the age of 76", would you still consider calling this story a fairytale?
- If I couldn't help myself anymore, and hugged you and not wanted to let go, would you believe that I really loved you one day?
- If rain was made of fire, would you cry on your cigarette whenever yo
Relentless SerenityRelentless Serenity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dances into the house, then calls
With the rhyming name, bouncing off the walls
Magically, gently flowing down the halls
Her youthful grace, in a passionate race
Carrying her fertile, amazing, womanly lace
To embrace his sorrowful, broken pace
Then blissfully resounding with a tender phrase
Revealing her charming, compassionate ways
Transforming wistful sentiment, into a daze
The intense reflection that she cast
A remembrance of an outlying, faded past
That stubbornly refused to last
Like a brilliant fire lit by coal
Shining into this darkened, dreary hole
She settles this worn, dismal soul
His head spinning in a whir
All else becomes a dizzying blur
Relentless serenity inspired by her.
it's time...When talks become superficialit's time...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And feelings turn artificial
When you think twice before you call
Then do, yet say nothing at all
When you feel empty all the time
And all your poems start to rime
When you miss someone who's not there
Or is around, yet does not care
When you try hard to make it last
Yet see yourself part of the past
When you fail the tricks in your sleeve
Then it is surely time to leave...
not afraid anymoreI look at your face, and the once black and white picturenot afraid anymore6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
suddenly gets colored with the richest palette a soul can see
I try to realise how beautiful you look
and how beautiful the world looks because of you
I listen to you calling my name, and the once sad melody
suddenly becomes the happiest harmony a spirit can hear
I try to understand how happy you sound
and how you replaced those wails with laughters
I feel your hand, and the once freezing flesh of mine
suddenly starts warming up by the flames of your essence
I try to comprehend how alive you feel
and how you were able to revive a once baren core
I'm afraid of this happiness I feel
I'm afraid of you
but how I miss you
how I long to hold you in my arms
how I long to play with your hair
while you're resting your head on my lap...
I love you...
I'm not afraid to say it anymore...
I love you...
I love you...
I love you...
I'm free at last...
and I love you...
Meaning to SayYou know there's been something I've been meaning to sayMeaning to Say7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but somehow I always find a way to simply persuade
myself from talking about this
but today you know I just can't resist
Iwant to explain the best way I can
that though we're different I still understand
your goals may not be my goals
the path you take may not lead down my road
the things you may choose
might be to me a little confusing
but that's no reason for me to get angry
because two of a kind never remains
so I guess opposites do attract
from now on I intend to make this affair last
RussiaXReaderXLithuaniaThis one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~RussiaXReaderXLithuania2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place. This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well. The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.
Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.
He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.
On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have s
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
MarcoMarco2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sopravvissuta a 'n amore, er più dolce,
sentivo la voglia de sta' un po' da sola.
Tornavo alla vita con il contagocce,
ma appena t'ho visto... nodo alla gola.
Mani possenti, dentro 'e saccocce.
Te sei avvicinato e senza parola,
sguardo che scioglie anche le rocce,
m'hai fatto 'n sorriso... a me, tutta viola!
"Me chiamo Marco" hai detto impacciato.
M'avessero dato un cielo de carta...
le stelle, i tuoi occhi, avrei disegnato.
Me so' sciolta tutta: "Ciao... sono Marta".
De colpo me sento 'no Stato assediato.
Sei tu il mio guerriero, vieni da Sparta.
L'Amore ricama le strade del fato
co' cura e premura, come 'na sarta.
M'hai letto negli occhi... poi m'hai baciato.
M'hai stretto sur collo le tue grosse dita.
Quello che ero l'ho già cancellato...
Disegnami adesso, mia dolce matita.
Parlando me dici che fai pugilato.
Ma tu m'hai già stesa, presa e rapita!
Marco... stupendo l'averti incontrato,
l'amarti un momento o tutta la vita.
Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)Okay next request done! Another swimming one I'm afraid this one is for kitkittykats, I hope you enjoy!Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is my longest one yet!!
Also thank you all for the favs and the watches, I try to thank everyone in turn, but sometimes there's just too many of them! Thank you to all who are patiently waiting for their requests as well.
Shihagami signing off~
The waves lapped on your feet and you slid into the pool. You let yourself float for a while, closing your eyes and letting your (h/c) hair loose in the water. Your face warmed with the sun and you smiled. Today's gonna be another great workout, you thought to yourself.
You stayed like this for a while, simply enjoying feeling the sunlight on your body. Your rest was disturbed however, by suddenly being dunked underwater by three pairs of hands. You struggled and they raised you out of the water and on top of the three boys' heads.
You squirmed trying your best to get free, not that you weren't enjoying yourself. The boys let go of you at
FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stood there. Quietly.
A single lonely tear ran down your face.
It was screaming inside.
You were fighting with yourself.
A fight nobody could win.
Because you were nobody.
Or at least you tried to be.
Or you didn't try.
And no one as well.
You stood there. Quietly.
Then you had a romantic relationship with your favourite fictional character.
Maybe even sexually.
Nobody liked it and no one was thrilled.