Voyeur On The Wall ( Date Rape ??)
Desiring your memories,
desperate to see, to feel, to smell
touch and tremble.
Watching undisturbed, listening to every word.
With every response, your eyes shine to a body language,
rhythmic and liquid.
Lip to mouth, hear your voice, how it changes.
Squirming, unsteady, heady
beneath his embraces.
Reciprocating hands, his hands, your hands, what to do?
Surrender or encourage?
Disengaging, breathing changing, a gasp, a moan, you had wanted none of this,
just a kiss.
You wanted to go, you are still complaining, explaining again and again
The mood is changing, rearranging shirt buttons, undoing, pursuing, undone.
Breasts pinched, breasts suckled, legs shaking, Knees buckled.
Nipples engorged, stiffening erogenous pleasure zones.
‘If I say no, I mean no
I really don't want to do this.’
He listens you are thinking quickly, too quickly, obvious and easily read.
‘Just this far then
Kissing, tongues entwined, hands between your legs, sliding, hiding
Skirting, flirting in the damp folds of your underwear.
Everywhere, fingers are everywhere seeking the liquid source.
You object, consider tears, buy time.
I don’t want to
You are a whimpering, simpering, silly girl.
Now his fingers reply, becoming rougher, tougher, urgent.
A wet tobacco mouth smothering flickering protest, your body is surrounded
by probing, fingering, lingering beyond taboo.
Your body betrays you, wetter now, hungry mind, greedy, needy.
Hands reach out begin their searching, feeling, exploring the maleness.
Touching enjoying his prick, finding his zip he has found yours.
Fingers, peeling, probing, hotter now body heat, fingers, fingers are inside of you.
Gasping, grasping, probing a prick’s bulge loving the hardness released wet and shining, it jumps and throbs.
Slowly kneading liquid sensation, all the while fingers dipping, slipping in and out there is no doubt wet, wetter is so much better.
You’re pushing your mound to meet his frigging digging finger.
He takes up your hair pulling your head forward you know what he wants, watching you tongue his prick. Suck and bob salty lips, beckoning tongue
He doesn’t want to come; he pulls away, leaving your wet gaping mouth gobbling the night. A wet trail glistening hangs dripping from your chin.
Clawing and pulling, ripping, stripping, tearing one another in a frenzy.
Clawing, you are falling one into the other in passionate tongue sucking kisses.
You open your legs wide his cock enters you, he’s inside.
It feels so good dip, dip, dip.
He is fucking you and you hardly know him.
You don’t care tonight, not now, cancel conscience.
Straddled, his pelvis thrusts are powerful grinding slowly pushing and spreading wider, his fingers are inter locked with yours, pinning you to down.
You rub and push, twist cock humping, thumping, pumping can’t stop it now.
Thrust enjoy what you can the sex is good, it’s is so good right now.
Biting, fighting, pulling, pinching, breathing faster, slowing, blowing, you
feel him struggle.
It gives pleasure so much pleasure his face contorted foretelling his coming,
you scream for more
It doesn’t come, he withdraws glides a shining cock over your clitoris, stroking,
rubbing, pushing, you sense delay a need to prolong the act
Words shock, they are urgent, trembling, you are surprising yourself
Trembling, lust driven desire, Lust, you can trust lust.
There is no love there is nothing’ nothing, it’s just a fuck a forced fuck.
Keep telling yourself;
‘I am being forced
to have sex
against my will
I am being forced.’
His cock slides back into you
I’m being forced
fucked and fucked
He eagerly meets your thrashing crashing thrusts,
It’s so good.
It’s happening, he is trembling, and he is losing the fight.
Fuck my cunt!
Breathing faster, anguished vanquished grunts crashing trashing beneath him, you are humping and pumping.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Together screams, his high and guttural yours low and sobbing his prick jumps inside of you it jumps, it jumps again and again.
Pumping thrusts the warmth of his ejaculation spilling, filling you.
As he waiting, pulsating above you back arched his head thrown back.
Two fingers slowly begin tracing, pleasure zones smart and tingle and fluids mingle.
It’s hot so hot the recent fire is still burning bright within’.
Moisture sucking he slowly withdraws shrinking sliding out onto your outer lips,
Pearls of semen ooze from shell pink portals.
Dribbling, piddling out and under you down, down, down, onto the bed sheet.
Who cares? It’s not your bed.
He’s turns his head to face wall saying nothing to you at all, its dark and quiet
You both reach for cigarettes.
You could use the moment to dress quickly but you don’t, you lay naked
night smoking in the silence.
Nothing, but the static of stillness.
You feel very warm, claustrophobic, stifled the smell of sex pervades invades your conscience, butterflies of guilt flutter in your gut.
You grind your cigarette into the ashtray gather up your clothes, flimsy layers
of whom you used to be and head for the bathroom.
Sitting upon a cracked lavatory seat weeping hot tears into a smear of cold morning light.