Why Me?

(Part 1 from 1)

Somewhere in a woman's mind there is a border between her subconscious and reality. An unknown grey area where right and wrong, good and bad, hot and cold collide. Creating energy more intenese than fission. Hotter than fussion. Brighter than the most brilliant supernova.

It is the place where her dreams become one with her body and drive her to the brink of insanity. A time when she cast's all her known world to the side and wonders into the abbyss in search of the ultimate link between physical, mental and emotional pleasure.

Some Girls can keep it hidden and never cross the line,
Yet others dive in head first in search of a good time. 
Some can return from it, not showing signs of change. 
But some become deranged and lost as it seeps into their brain. 

Some girls go in willingly to see what they can see, 
While some are taken by surprise as is the case with me. 
Pushed beyond the limits of my known reality, 
To the darkest point inside my mind I knew not lived in me.

Now I spend my days in mist and haze not knowing where or when
This obsessive cock addiction.... Does it even have an end?
It only took a single time my white body now corrupt,
Taken to the gates of hell till he spilled inside my gut.

My head spinning like a drunk, in a shiver, it convulsed,
A warmth I can't explain I felt, stretching more with every pulse.
frothing down my inner thighs, oozed his over filling seed,
I could swear I felt each sprem cell swiming in its greed.


From my womb to clit, they invaded every seam.
I don't know what came next as I collasped into a dream.
Awakeing hours later in disgust and really sore,
Loathing Black for rapeing me, while my body yearned for more.

Born in the south with contempt I saw the Blacks.
Prejudged by my family, my hatred was intact.
Changed in an instant Black raped, I must confess.
I only let Black Dicks now play underneath my dress.

As for white guys I'll allow them eat me like a bitch
On their knees they stroke themselves, tongue insde my slit.
Taunting and teaseing, sucking hard upon my hoe, 
Begging them to cum for me in their hand or on the floor.

I say: " I wanna get off on your face, as you blow your load.
In the dizzyness of ectasy, his penis does explode. 
"Don't blame me if you get a need to wear your wife or g'friends clothes,
And start wondering how it feels to have a pussy hole.

The passion growing rapidly, you can't shake the dark malaise,
Drooling like a bitch in heat, more feminie each day.
Don't try to fight, there is no cure, there's nothing you can do,
To stop the overwhelming need thats now inside of you

Dressing up in woman's clothes as often as you can,
You dream of being taken by a well hung, muscle man.
All it takes is one simple taste of a tiny dribble from a dick,
Wishing you were born a girl, you curse your little prick.

There's nothing left for you to do, but get on your knees and beg,
You're addicted to it just like me, with wettness tween the legs?
So just give in you cannot win, if you can even resist the fact 
Take it slow and let it go, You're but another slut for Black.


This is the beginning of my writing career here online I will be following up with the main story at a later time. Please let me know what you think. Be good! Kim

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