Whisper your promises

in echoes of life -

words filling cracks

in my mind.

A blissful shelter

calming my turmoil.

restless manifestations

that the sun

will ignite the heart,

flash future expectations.

symphonies of cardinals.

But the sun alienates

my fading emotions

in ephemeral transitory

brevity as life changes

and evolves and

metamorphoses into

molten red ball.

Life begins and ends,

ashes in the ground,

but flashes of

future expectations

vow growth

of new beginnings.

Flames of warmth

rekindle and ooze

through battered

cracks of façades

rekindling

manifest destiny -

to love and live

and wave hello

and goodbye

knowing that which

I have sowed

will continue

as my legacy

and I will

continue on,

a seed in

the fresh earth.

I thought I ought to

win the lotto.

An old gent

a daydream sent

He sat at my table

and said you are able

with one provision -

ponder your decision.

One thing you must do,

it is up to you,

if the lotto you win,

the chance is thin,

but you must pursue

what I ask of you.

If you have two loaves

of bread in alcoves,

put one loaf of bread

on the table you spread

and put the other one

outside in the sun

for those who have none.

What I mean -

it remains to be seen -

is share your wealth

without malice or stealth.

And if you do this

you’ll always have bliss.

I was overtaken and awed

by the man who was God.

Strangers on the train

exchanging lusty glances

stir inner desire,

summer imagination

lost in roar of train.

Do you remember how we met?

It was in Joes bar.

The music was blaring some stupid pop song when I finally saw you. As soon as your eyes found mine I knew I needed to have you.

My dick twitched, agreeing with me.

You were that fucking gorgeous that I stumbled over my words when I spoke to you. We talked about the shit music. The boredom. We'd come out for some excitement and ended up in a bar full of bouncing idiots.

I never asked your name.

I was too distracted by the shine in your beautiful eyes. The curves of your body called out to me. Forcing my cock to harden and strain against the rough denim if my jeans.

I had mentally cursed myself for going commando, but that's what happens when you forget to do laundry.

You told me you were hot, fanning your face. I instantly agreed with you.

"You're right." I'd whispered into your ear.

"You're so fucking hot. But I bet I can make you sweat."

I expected you to laugh at my cheesy line. But you blushed. That only made me need you more. You went on to correct me, or yourself.

"I'm actually hot." You said. "Like the opposite of cold. Get some air?"

Of course I agreed with you. I followed you out. My little secret; I loved watching you. I stared at your arse as it swayed from side to side with your steps.

My hand itching to slap and grab.

But I was a gentleman.

I waited.

We didn't really talk when we got outside. We went round the back of the club, to the alley down there. You leant against the cold, damp wall.

And you just looked at me.

Those eyes held beauty that even an artist couldn't capture. And they bored into mine with an intensity unheard of.

Do you really blame me for what happened next?

I stepped close to you, and gently pushed my hands into your hair. I brought my lips close to yours, but I held back on the contact. You could feel my breath against your own lips. And I waited only seconds for your consent, when I saw your breath hitch.

You were excited. The same as me. Your chest heaved, your nipples became hard.

So can you blame me when I crashed my mouth against yours.

I slid my tongue against yours in a passionate kiss, and soon things became more intense.

You lifted your leg up to my waist so I had no choice to pull it higher and grip it there.

I sucked your bottom lip into my mouth and gently bit down on it. Your whimper did it to me. That sexy noise from your mouth turned me into a beast.

I'm sorry for ripping your shirt. But I needed to get my mouth on those tits somehow. Taking off the shirt would of took too long.

As I sucked on your erect nipples you moaned, grinding your pussy against my cock. My cock was going through so much torture already.

Did you think I wouldn't pull up your skirt?

I yanked it to your waist and pulled on your underwear hard. It ripped in my hand. I don't think you really cared. You seemed as eager as me.

You gasped out loud when I pulled my hard dick free of its denim prison. I didn't want compliments about it. I just wanted you.

With no hesitation i guided myself to your wet ready hole. You helped. You pushed your hips toward me giving me the final say so. I slammed into your hot tight pussy and you cried out, wrapping your arms around my shoulders.

With one of your legs wrapped around my waist, I pounded into you against the alley wall behind Joes bar.

I fucked you hard and fast. When your moans got really loud, I had to press my hand against your mouth, muffling your hot sex noises.

You came twice before me.

I came so hard.

I've never had an orgasm so great. Never had a fuck so intense. Your friend shouted you from the front. Your ride was here. You ran to her quick. I picked up your red underwear.

I put them in my pocket.

Sorry about that. I hope to find you one day.

Remind you about that time behind Joes bar.

Anyway my name's Jack.

I never got yours.

Maybe we can make new memories one day.

"Charlie! You better be fucking dressed, I AM taking you out tonight."

Charlie shuddered as he listened to Jasons voice roar through the apartment they shared. He was sure he wasn't ready, but if he was anything, he was a man of his word.

"Yes Jason. I already told you. If only to make you leave me alone, I'll go out tonight."

Jason burst through the bedroom door with a huge grin on his face. His muscled body showing through the tight navy tshirt he wore. His eyes bright, due to the line of cocaine he's snorted in the small spotless kitchen.

"Jason..." Charlie whined, "You took sniff tonight? Thought we were going for a quiet one?"

Jason rubbed his nose and stared into the corner of the room for a few seconds before answering his friend. "Fucks sake Charlie. We won't go mad, but I want to show ya a good night. Taking ya to the blue bamboo. Can't take Charlie out without a bit of Charlie."

With a quick wink and a rub of the ear, Jason leaves the room, and Charlie, alone with his thoughts.

Jess will be at the Blue Bamboo. I'm sure she will. That's the club she started attending when she left me for that Dickhead. I can't go... Maybe if I tell Jason I'm-

"C'mon. Fuck you doing? Taxis here."

Too late.

"Alright Jason. I'm coming."

~~*~~

The taxi ride was quick and boring for Charlie. Jason occasionally sang out lyrics to songs that weren't playing and the driver was in a bad mood. Charlie just hoped she wasn't there. More than anything, he didn't want to see Jess having a great time with her new lover. It was too much for him.

All too soon the taxi stopped and Jason lurched out and right to the front of the line, Charlie hot on his heels.

"Alright, Edmondo. You know you're gonna let me in so lets not play about." Jason burst out at the bouncer. The very big, and black bouncer that certainly didn't look like any kind of Edmondo.

"Jason." the large man nodded and gently pushed the heavy door open for us to pass through. As they passed him into the small Hall where the flashing lights could be seen, and the pounding music could be heard Charlie glimpsed the bouncers name tag. Dwyane.

Jason was such a dick.

By the time they had ordered their drinks Jason was already on the dancefloor with two girls grinding up him. An obvious chick magnet, it never took him long before he pulled.

Charlie sat at the bar, alone, sipping on his lager and imagining what it would be like to be in Jasons shoes for a change.

"Hey there gorgeous, fancy buying a little lady a drink?"

He turned to see where the voice had come from and was surprised somebody like her had approached him.

Her cinnamon waves drifted down her back and over one shoulder, her eyes a fantastic vibrant blue were outlined in grey, smouldering with a come hither look.

Her large breasts and small waist were encased in a bright pink satin mini dress and extremely high silver shoes finished the look off.

She raised an eyebrow in question before a girlish giggle left her lips. He was stunned.

"Of course. Of course I'll buy you a drink, it's my pleasure."

Using a hand to guide the girl by her waist, Charlie pulled her to the bar beside him. The seat next to them already occupied, the beauty took no time at all in choosing her seat. His lap.

Charlie stuttered in a breath but didn't allow his nerves to take control of him. This was a miracle if it wasn't a trick. And he planned on making the most of it.

Inhaling the strawberry scent of her hair,he let himself relax.

Their drinks arrived quickly and she slightly twisted in his lap with her bubblegum coloured cocktail and slowly sucked on her straw. Dirty promises in her eyes.

"My name's April. What's yours?" She continued to suck on her straw, a half smile on her lips.

"Charlie. It's nice to meet you April, that's a beautiful name."

She twisted again, placing her now empty glass on the bar before standing up and pressing her tits against his chest, her legs either side of his left knee, her pussy brushing his thigh. She placed one hand on his chest and the other to the back of his shoulder as she brushed her plump lips against his ear.

"I'm so wet. I want to feel your big hard dick all over me. Take me to the bathroom and I'll show you how a dirty girl begs."

The bathroom door slammed open. Charlie basically carried April as she ground her pussy against him and slid her tongue in his mouth.

He was at a loss for words and actions. He let the gorgeous girl take over and as she slid down his body, her filthy words only begged for more action. His already hard dick, raging. What did people do in a situation like this?

"C'mon Charlie. I've been a bad girl. I'm desperate for your dick to be deep in my throat. Punish me like the naughty slut I am!"

Charlie was choking. The fuck was he supposed to do?

April grabbed him by the shirt collar and basically dragged him into the larger bathroom stall. It took her mere seconds to drop her dress to the dirty ground. Here naked tits showcased her pebbled nipples expertly and as she leant her back against the cubicle wall, she thrust her hips towards him.

"Take them off Charlie. Please. I need you to use my body. Now..."

Charlies beast came forward and he allowed his need to control him. He gripped the black lace of her panties in both hands and dragged them down over her plump arse.

She stood completely naked before him. The gorgeous dirty girl, that begged to be used was stood wearing only silver high heels in a dingy bathroom stall with a fully clothed Charlie.

"On your knees." ripped from Charlies throat. The girl obeyed the instruction straight away, her excited hands shaking as she worked on Charlies zipper. He didn't help her but allowed her to do what she wanted. He was in heaven.

Lust filled eyes stared up at him as his cock finally sprung free. His hardness darker than his natural skin tone. He expected the nice small licks of a first oral encounter. He did not get what he expected.

April circled the large head of his cock with her tongue before pushing the full length deep into her throat. The sound of her slight gagging and lubricated skin against saliva was a huge turn on by its self.

The wet sounds continued as she mouth fucked him for close to a minute. Eventually pulling out the huge wet cock and sliding her tongue against his saliva covered shaft, the dick sliding up her cheeks and against her mouth only turning her on more. She wanted that dick all over her. She wanted it to be in her, sliding on her, and slapping against her.

"I'm a naughty girl Charlie. Tell me what a naughty girl I am." She moans out before filling her mouth with him yet again.

"Aah fuck! You're a naughty girl April. Such a naughty girl that you need to be punished."

She responds by moaning and spreading her knees on the dirty floor. "Yeah, now tell me what a filthy slut I am. Tell me how I'm only worth being used."

Charlie gets into the rhythm quickly, and begins to exceed himself.

"You're a filthy slut. You want to be used and abused so badly. Your body was only made so perfectly so that you could make a man's cock burst so much easier. You're the dirtiest slut around, begging to be used like the peice of meat you are."

Charlie uses his hands in her hair to push his thick swollen cock in and out of the girls pink plump lips. Her hot mouth eagerly taking everything he gives.

"You're a nasty slut! You're loving being treated like this. You love choking on my dick. This strangers dick, don't you?"

He fucks her face harder and faster as she squeezes onto her own aching tits. Her hips circling in need as her pussy juices spread onto her thighs.

Her muffled moans getting louder as he finally releases her hair, his breath coming fast as April spreads her legs wider and plunges two fingers into her dripping cunt. She pounds herself fast when she grabs hold of his throbbing dick yet again. Sticking out her tongue she slaps the huge cock against herself. Imagining slapping it against her swollen clit. And when she occasionally stuffs the cock down her throat, swallowing his girth, she imagines him thrusting his thickness into her soaking needy cunt.

She's close to exploding when the cubicle door creeks open.

April fucks herself fast and her tongue and mouth tease the dick towards torment by the time a voice interrupts them.

"What the fuck!! April?!"

The big muscular man stands in the cubicle doorway while April continues her rhythm. She doesn't stop licking Charlies cock. And Charlie, too close to the edge doesn't try to stop her either.

April looks up into the other mans eyes as she pushes Charlies cock further into her throat. When she releases the cock with a wet pop, she winks.

Charlies eyes are blurred. Too horny to even focus on the voices.

"Hi daddy." April moans, Before sliding the hardness back against her tongue.

The man quickly shuts the door behind him and Charlie was in a state of frozen shock. April gave Charlies cock another couple of licks before turning her head to the huge man in the cubicle.

"I'm sorry daddy, I couldn't help it. I needed him.... And his cock's so nice."

"April! You know daddy needs to punish you now. This was very, very naughty."

"I know." She uses the head of Charlies cock to circle her lips while answering her daddy. "I've been such a naughty girl, I can't help it. I deserve the punishment."

"You!" the large man points at Charlie. "Sit on that seat. We need more room."

Charlie moves fast, and takes a seat on the toilet seat as Craig and April move so that they have the length of the cubicle rather than the only the width.

Within a few fast movements, April is bent over, her face only inches from Charlies chest. The first spank hits hard, echoing in the tiled bathroom of the cheap club toilets and her moaning face lifts up to stare into Charlies. "Oh yeah daddy. Spank me harder. I'm a bad,bad girl."

The second spank comes harder and pushes her closer to Charlie, her moans soon become a mixture hectic, excited moans and groans. It doesn't take Charlie long to realise this is turning him on faster than any porn ever could.

Ten hard spanks later, April's daddy undoes his belt and releases his massive cock from his denim prison. He doesn't need to think about it, and he doesn't need to ask permission from his gorgeous kinky princess, she was more than ready. With one alrighty thrust, he pounds into her.

He repeatedly slams into her tight drooling pussy and as she cries out and her legs give way, he grips onto her small waist tighter.

As his hips slap against her rounded arse cheeks, her moans of ecstasy get too loud.

He looks up to Charlies astonished lust filled face and grounds out, "Shut her the fuck up!"

Charlie grabs the side of her face and whispers to her, as her body jerks back and forth with each powerful thrust.

"Shh, it's OK. Quieten down now. We know you like it, but you must be quiet..."

As her orgasm hits her hard she screams, and her daddy does nothing other than fuck her faster, pushing her face down with a grip on her hair, so that her screams are suddenly muffled by Charlies throbbing dick.

"Fuck her face then!" April's daddy snaps. "She likes to be used."

Charlie does as he's told, knowing an opportunity like this doesn't come around often.

He slowly pulls his thick cock out of her moaning mouth so that the tip is at her lips. He looks at her, she looks like she's being fucked by numerous men, every hole filled. Like she can't take anymore. He fills the excitement bound so that it's brushing his skin, and then he pushes back into her throat. Watching her expression as ecstacy is again rising within her eyes.

That's when things went crazy.

The look of ecstasy in April's eyes were a turn on to Charlie but as his excitement soared he watched her eyes darken and smoulder until even the flesh surrounding her eyes turned black. He didn't understand why he couldn't pull away, he still desperately needed her. Still a slave to his desire.

Her jaw seemed to stretch and his cock was no longer wrapped in the warmth of her mouth, he stared as her teeth seemed to grow long and sharp. Glistening a stark white in the shadows of her mouth.

It was when she snapped her mouth shut again that Charlie reacted. She leant forward and sunk her razor sharp teeth into the Base of his still hard dick.

With a scream, he tried to pull back. He shoved against her head but couldn't find the strength to actually push her away.

April's daddy leant over her, his member still buried in the girl, he slapped a hand against Charlies mouth. Using his own absurd strength to hold the man to the cubicle wall, allowing April to feast upon him.

Charlie began to fade.

His focus blurred but the movements of the dude and April still swayed across his sight.

He could feel April move up his stomach. She was devouring him. The pain wasn't so intense anymore but rather felt warm and ebbing. As if he was dreaming. He briefly wondered if Jason had slipped him something earlier. Maybe he was just high.

It didn't take long for him to come to the realisation that he was dying.

He was almost gone now. He couldn't see other than blurred colours. The man and April were stood. Talking... Just talking.

"Aww, I'm sorry Nathaniel. I couldn't help it." He heard her whimper in a little girl voice.

The mans voice responded in a deeper seemingly louder voice. "That's OK baby. You finish off, then I'll get cleaned up for you. You know I'll look after you. You owe me. As usual."

The pain started again then for Charlie. Straight at his throat. He only wished she'd kill him quicker.

It seems the more I experience

The less it all gets to me

Whether it’s my confusion

Or just symptoms of apathy

The more I know

The more it betters me

But the better I get

The more it tethers me

To a perception of self

I havent yet gained

And it threatens me

Just in the sense

Of what it did

To the rest of me

The life drained

The child gone

And I’m yet to be

Fully emerged

In the person

I was on a quest to be...

But the further I go

The less I question me

The less I get out of bed

Knowing this is what I was meant to be

The less respect for myself

And self empathy

Because I’m the causation

Of this empty me

And that’s evident...

Knowing I’m the one who did this

In pursuit of the eminent

Only hurts more

When I come to realize

That when I look in the mirror

Those aren’t my real eyes

And when I look in the past

I dream to feel mine

And if I looked at me back then

I’m sure I’d take that as a bad sign

As a life gone wrong

In the same sense

A life gone perfectly right

So perfect

I couldn’t even see my own light

Because it was so flawed

I killed it

With sharp claws

And filled it

With a heart drawn

Away from who I really am

Or who I really was

Or who’d I really like to be again

I would love to just die

And wake up as me again

But that’s just speculation

Just speculation

Maybe this pain isn’t that

And I can still find restoration

But that seems unlikely

Because even if I did

I’d still be so unlike me

Because this phase

Was not a phase at all

It was a transformation

And I must face the fall

But I’m still so scared

To face the call

Where I’m told That I died

And I’m not fazed at all

Because at that point

I was dead

Before I was raised at all

And at this point I feel I’m there

Immune to the feelings

Of direction and care

And maybe this whole thing

Has been my eulogy

And when I put down this pen

They’ll be no use in me

And by the time that you’ve read this

At this rate

I’m probably on the dead list

And if that’s fate

At least I fucking said this

It might’ve been late

But if I die now

And still appear alive

At least I have no fear

And my quest survives