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Jul 17, 2008

Teacher's Pet

This is an account, of an all too brief time in my life. My name is Karan A. Carter. When I was between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, I was involved in a relationship with my International History Teacher. It had lasted for a period of three years.

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Belated Gifts

I saw her for the first time when she walked pass me in the cafeteria. That was two days ago. Now she stood in front of me in the locker room of the swimming pool. Two hours earlier she had walked in, said hi, striped down to her birthday suit and put on a black and white one-piece. Then went for her swim. I came out five minutes behind of her. Two hours later when I heard her say to one of her friends that she was leaving in five minutes, I made a point of getting out of the pool and into the locker room two minutes before her. Now here we are again. Me trying to look at her without looking like I'm looking at her, and she's once again naked and drying herself off with a green towel. She was so good looking I almost felt like I had no right to look at her, much less like her. She had C-cup breasts that had big quarter shaped nipples. She had light brown hair that reached her soft round butt. She turned towards me and placed a leg up on the bench to dry in there. Ahh! She had hair there, how sexy. The first girl that I almost went to bed with had hair down there and ever since I've like girls who had a hairy pussy. I leaned into my locker as I watched her.

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Jul 13, 2008

Storm

Storm


The clouds left the sky,
And to earth they came.

They visited us with rain,
And a cold darkness.

I saw the curtain of black hair that fell from the sky,
And I felt saltless tears as they fell on my face.

I heard the wailing of a widow,
Who shared her grief with me.

We both felt cold,
We both felt alone.

Natural Resource

Natural Resource



My hand touched this piece of earth.
It's shinning color dyed my hands.
My hands moved and recreated.
My fingers formed lines and curves.

Sweat slid from my chin,
And collided with hands that now belonged to a goddess.
It slid to what has changed.

From what was taken from it's mother,
To scarring it's capture,
To what lies before us in its new shape.
It's improved form.
It's restricted image.
It's forced compliance to the rules of humans.

What's My Deal?

What's My Deal?



That would be black love.
Wild,
Involving,
Demanding,
Giving, bed shaking, bone rattling, possessive, sweet, salted, musty,
Explosive,
Lingering,
Warm,
And ready to do it again.

February 14th

February 14th


A week away today,
I wondered about the ships.
Today there is one.
I saw it from the hill.
It's shimmering presence,
Was reflected in the dark water by its side.

I knew that lovers would come,
They had to.
A small island,
Beautiful and green,
And hinted with heat.

They would find each other's embrace,
And look up at the full moon that possessed the sky.
Their bare feet rested on the cold sand,
As they heard the surf.

It was not that far away,
As it defied the commands of Persideon,
To kiss the toes of land.

Parts of a song drifted towards them,
"I love you, I love you, I do."

I focused my eyes,
And saw it,
As it slowly slipped out of port.

An End To It All

An End to it All


He stares up at the night sky.
He sees one star,
Then two,
Then they become one again.
As, and where his head moved
They would follow.
He laid across a ring,
That floated in a pool,
His pool.

His wife learned how to swim in this pool.
He wanted to cry,
He laughed until his sides ached.

They had wanted to have children.
How many times had he seen himself cradling his month old daughter?
Or seen his son at the age of seven,
Calling to him to see him dive into the pool?
But for some reason they never had.
He found out why a month ago.

She was on the pill,
She used a diaphragm,
She made love with someone else.

It fell from his hand,
Floated,
Then slowly sank.
The light hung on to its metallic point,
As it met the tiled bottom.

He was a coward.
He knew that he was a coward.
He wanted to leave feeling good.
His eyes grew heavy with sleep,
But he knew that it was not sleep that bid him come.

As he saw his eye lashes close down,
He heard pounding on his door.
He heard the shouting of his name.
And as clarity consumed him he heard the presence
Of the sirens fighting for the night air.

His only words were then spoken,
"They're on ..."
Time never escaped his lips.
But he escaped time.
Only to be caught by the bonny hand of death.

Among The Clouds

Among The Clouds


Hold onto me.
If you don't,
You will fall.

I am the one who has the wings.
Guess why I never gave you any?

Scream,
I'll just fly higher.
Enjoy the view.

You are mine.
You will always be mine.

Come Back

Firstly, just so I don't disappoint you. This is not a sex story. It's something short and a little sad. Come back to it when you are not in the sexual mind set.

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"Come back my love."

"It pains me to leave you again so soon my lady. You know that if I could I would stay here with you." He told me as he looked into my eyes. The air around us was cool with out being cold and it stirred his hair very nicely as whipped around us. I looked down at his hands that were holding mine, as they were laying on my lap. He had only been back two months. Now he was off again. I already miss him and fear for him and he was still here in our home. I turned my face up to look at him again. I saw it in his eyes. He was more saddened by leaving me than I was about him leaving.

"Tell me again how short of a time you will be gone this time?" I asked him.

"I was assured that my services will not be required for more than a year and half." He told me. Over a year! I almost shivered. I smiled at him and I felt hollow as I said,

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My Request

Request

"Come closer, I'm the one bent over the couch. I'm the one hiking up my short skirt. I'm the one who has no panties on. I'm the one who has her finger in her pussy. I'm the one who's squirming and whining her ass. I'm the one who want's it up her ass.

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Want A Lift?

I was walking home one night from the bakery with some sweet wheat rolls to eat tomorrow with some eggs for breakfast, along with some other goodies. I took a short cut that would help me avoid Jeffrey, who seems to have moved into a house a block from mine. At this point I was six blocks from home. I had gotten off the subway a stop early so I could buy the bread. This weekend is what I have been looking forward too since Tuesday. And I wanted it to be great. I may also add that Jeffrey is not seen in this weekend's picture. My feet for some reason did not feel up to walking, but I reminded them of the soft bed that was waiting for them and so we trudged on.

I crossed a street then stopped to adjust my bags, when I heard someone calling my name. I turned and saw a very familiar blue truck pulling up along side me. It was Andrew and Lauren.

"Hi, guys." I told them.

"Hello. Would you like a lift home?" Andrew asked me.

"Yes. I would." I told him.

Lauren reached her hand back to open the back door for me. I loaded my stuff in then myself. I lived on a one-way street so he had to take a longer way to get there than if I had walked it, but I am not complaining.

"What are you guys doing in my neck of the woods?" I asked them.

"We were coming to see you." Andrew said as he turned down my street.

"Oh. How nice." I said. I did not expect anyone to come over. I was the one that goes to see them. It is a good thing that I bought all this extra stuff, for I have almost nothing in my house portioning to snack food.

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Jul 12, 2008

What I fear will happen.

Apologize

Touch, kiss, lick,
“I’m sorry.” Whispered my lips.
Hands roam further,
Eyes see more.
“I’m sorry.” Once again slips from my weak lips.
What I touch burns, hardens, and quivers.
“Ah! I’m sorry, that your sorry.” He tells me.

“Don’t be sorry. Be with me.”
I crawl over his body,
And cover him with my shaking one.
I lick his lips,
I kiss his neck,
I touch his cheek.
“I’m sorry.” I murmured into his shoulder blade.

“Stop lying. Tell me the truth. What do you really feel?” He asked.
His strong arms held me away from him.
I look down into his eyes.
My mouth opens.
My tongue runs over my dry lips.
“You are mine.” My voice said.

I slowly come to rest once again on his chest.
My lips met his,
And his tongue met mine.
I’m sorry my husband to be,
You will not have a virgin bride.
I’m sorry.
I press my body into his.

Jack and Me

Ok... This is one of the longest ones I've done, and I'm asking if anyone wants me to continue it. I'm pretty sure that I was going to continue it years ago, but at one point I just stopped. Should I start again?

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Jack and Me

I was walking up the hill, on which my house sat, in the afternoon sun. I turned off the road and unto my driveway to hear a car screech to a halt behind of me. I turned around to see Jack’s car. It was a car that you would not have a hard time recognizing. It looked something that Germany would be proud of, if it was not colored neon purple. What was he doing here? I asked myself. I had just come from my sister’s, and she had said that they (Jack and Veronica) were in the middle of a fight. I was told that he told her that he was not going to see her for a week. My sister had predicted three days. I disagreed and gave him two. The last time that I was alone with him, he had said that he no longer had a girl. That he and Veronica had broken up.

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Jul 11, 2008

Nine To Five - Payback

"I'm tired of you playing with me." I told him as I locked his door behind me. I kicked off my heals as I walked over to him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as I came closer.

"I came back for a disk and saw that you were still here. So I decided to tell you that I don't like being played with."

"What do you mean, being played with? If you're talking about that raise I already talked with Mr. Kar about it. I swear."

"Oh, you swear?" I asked him. That being the only thing he said that caught my attention.

"Yes I do." he said.

"Well that is good to know. It would not have been worth all my effort if you didn't." He shakes his head in agreement, then stops to stare at me as I pull my belt from around my waist. Then I took off my skirt then shirt. I didn't want to get them dirty.

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Our Small Cabin

Our small cabin is actually a shorter walk from the beach then I thought it would be. I was standing by the screened window in a dusty brown shirt. It's blowing and fluttering around my upper thighs with the help of the standing fan that was in the room. I heard your bare feet on the wooden floor, as you came towards me. You stood behind me, then leaned into me as you garbed my upper arms. You bent your head and kissed me around the sides of me neck, and up to my ear, as I tilted my head in the other direction. You told me that you couldn't watch me any more, that it was hurting you too much. I melted on the inside, and leaned back into you. Your hands left my arms and came across my chest, and over my breasts to undo the buttons of my shirt. You opened up my shirt, but you did not take it off.

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