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Transparent to the naive eye, bare, naked to the world...evil lurks. |
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** Image ID #860697 Unavailable ** A bitch that viciously turns on her owner must have been provoked. Betrayed by the one she loved, trusted, needed...her thoughts have become perilous and her actions follow in the full suit many refer to as insane. |
| Have you ever loved somebody that didn't deserve your precious time? Did you finally see the light and now you wanna knock their lights out? This is the place to share your perilous thoughts...your evil daydreams and your diabolical plans that never came to life, maybe. |
| Memories of my past haunt me daily. I try to wash them away with a drink and a cigarette constanly but they just wont go away. If I get some type of liver decease or lung cancer, it will all go away. Now, that's not rational, is it? Sugaree, just one more su-ga-ree time, again... ~~Image #4000 Sharing Restricted~~   ** Image ID #770126 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #792716 Unavailable ** |
The steam from the hot water clouded the beveled mirror tiles that covered every inch of the walls in my freshly remolded bath lounge. I attempted to take one more look into my eyes to see if this was really me that was getting ready for this rendezvous long awaited, but not patiently. With my bare hand, I wiped a spot clear just so that I could peer into my own face. There I was, standing, looking myself eye to eye. Nothing in my eyes told me that I wanted to change my mind about my about my boss’s wife coming over for, let’s just say, ‘tea’ for right now. She’s been such a good girl. He’s been such a bad boss. I need to show him who the boss really is. My eyes never blinked. I continue preparing for this long, hot steamy strawberries and cream bubble bath. She did mention in general conversation, her love for that particular fruit. "I shall bare her taste of choice" I whispered aloud. It is only 10:00 a.m. so I have two hours before she’ll arrive for her ‘lunch break..’ Little does she really understand, this will be her sweetest lunch break ever. I have watched her as she’s attempted to lower her eyes from my size thirty-eight double ‘D’ breast on several occasions. Each time, she licks her sensuous deep pink, shapely lips as if she can taste my sugaree breast dazzling her tongue. Chill bumps run their course down my spine at the very image of her devouring them frantically like an amateur would. I pretend not to see her as I continue my routines. She precariously chitchats idiosyncratically in an effort to rouse me and exploit her pseudo-intellect. I listen attentively as she selects each word from her memorized dictionary of impressive word. ‘Poor thing,’ I say to myself usually, and then respond in a rudimentary way. I figured that I might as well let her believe that she’s the scholar that she aspires to be. She’s never inquired of my educational background. I never brag. Last week I noticed that she barely had two words to say to me. She timidly worked on one project and I another. If you can picture what a skinless chafe rectum acts like, you have a clear view of how my boss acts. This particular day both of them were exceedingly strange. When Theodore left the office, he commanded her to leave with him, despite her unfinished lab work. Doc is much too anal for that. Scents of evil lurking in the air taunted my nose. Instinct had never failed me. Some folk called it my ‘Louisiana mojo’ working. On a normal day, either of them would corner me into a distasteful conversation about one another. Dyanna complained that Theodore was too damned demanding, for the most part. He complained that she is a ‘stupid bitch.’ I guess he was trying to empress me by using that particular term as he described the woman of his choice. “Dyanna is a stupid bitch,” is often his verbal acknowledgment as he discusses her. The woman he bore children with. The woman that lives in his house who cooks his food and sleeps next to him. “Yeah, right! What on earth would I have coming if he treats her that way? I’ll pass,” is normally what I think during his attempts to extort sex from poor little ‘supposed to be grateful he had a job opening,’ me. The tension still rang in the office air, despite their absence. The dog was not even barking in the yard attached to their newly built home office. The yard was exceptionally neat with the exception of the dug up someone was running from the main curcuit to the office. Oddly enough, with all the money he has, he was probably doing this job himself. Well, I guess it should not have been odd since he is indeed, a cheap ass know it all. “Hmmm, what’s going on with them today?” I asked aloud in the office still void of people. “I’ll need to find a reason, any reason, to get him out of the office today. That probably wont work…hmmm, maybe I can go over with a specific question that only Dyanna can answer.” I tapped my short manicured nails on the formica lab table. I looked around in the lab drawers in an attempt to find a culture that looked extremely abnormal so that she could point me to the correct procedure to use in this case. “Dammit! Of all the days, all of these are the usual abnormal. Theo came into the office, alone. “I’m so fucking tired of that stupid bitch. She has to go. I’m just tired. See, you’ve got to understand something about Dyanna, Safroniyal. She only has a high school diploma. I taught her everything she knows about this job. Don’t get me wrong. She does have one of the most brilliant minds that I know though. She also has a memory like a fuckin’ elephant” “Hmmm, really? How so?” I pretended to be interested as I continued to search for a reason to talk to Dyanna alone. Although the lavatory was not completely finished, it was workable….hmm, or was it? “Excuse me a second, Theo. I was just finishing these last few cultures before I rushed off to the ladies room.” I walked down the long corridor leading to it. I reached in, locked the door, and then began making hasty noises in an attempt to get inside. I shouted, “Theo, since when did we start locking the bathroom door?” I heard his footsteps nearing so I began squirming as though I had to use it quite urgently. “Well, I guess I’ll have to go over to the house to use it. Damned, I gotta pee.” I danced and placed my hand between my legs attempting to hold it in. I danced down the hall outside of his sight then chuckled to myself as he attempted to unlock the keyless door. “Dyanna, you in here?” I tapped on the door as I entered. She didn’t answer. I walked through the den, into the kitchen. “I just wanted to let you know that it’s me. The door is locked over there and I sure gotta use it bad.” I went through the double doors leading to her toilet. I stood there a few minutes, flushed, washed my hands and headed back out to start my snooping. I knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before Theo would realize that I was alone with her. “You ok? I’ve noticed that you’ve only said a few words to me today.” I went over to where she sat motionless. “Dyanna?” She looked up at me. The blackened eye told the entire story. She answered, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you come back. I was just trying to figure out how this patient’s file got here instead of in the oncology files.” “What happened to your eye, Dyanna?” “Oh, girl, I’m just a clutz. I was washing clothes last night and tripped on some clothes that I was sorting. That’s all. I know it looks bad.” She managed to chuckle. Probably at her own lie. I looked over at the adjoining laundry room. “Yeah, I can see how that could happen.” My mind instantly took me back to an evening long before when I used to date the infamous Dr.Theodore Blankingston. I remembered asking him a series of questions searching for some crucial answers trying to decipher if he was overly confident or abusve toward women. He was so demanding then that red flags literally slapped my face. The end result, according to him, was that he had only hit his wife that he was supposedly divorcing, one time. I thought about how angry he’d been one evening when he visited and I came to the door with bare feet. I thought about how angry he’d become when I called our affair quits. He threatened kill me. I believed him. I had to think fast just in case. Since he was an intern at Lincoln Memorial Hospital and I’d become acquainted with the lead physician of the hospital, I called him. I recalled how I explained Theo’s strange behavior. He assured me that I had nothing to worry about. “He will not be bothering you ever again, Safroniyal. If he does, please feel free to call back. We can’t afford a scandal here.” “Thank you, Dr. Daniels. I really had my reservations about calling, but, what was I to do?” I said with a alarmed tone. Dyanna’s desolate voice interrupted that bad memory. “How’ve you been?” “Oh, I’m good. Just can’t wait to get home. I finish this online class tonight and have not done my part of the research. I wouldn’t give a damned if it were just me, but I’m in a group. Gotta do my part. You know how that works, huh/” I told her as I stared at the semi-purple eye attempting to peer through the swollen lid. “What ya puttin’ on that eye? Looks like it’s gonna get worse. The last time I had one of those was the last time I was married,” I mused. “Oh, I’ve just been putting ice on it so far. Got any of those Louisiana home remedies?" “Why of course I do. Think you can get away tonight?” “Hmm, well he’s been very uptight.” “Figures. I can feel the tension. How bout tomorrow during your lunch break or while he's making his rounds at the hospital?” “Sounds good. Be there about twelve or so granted he doesn’t find something for me to do.” “Yeah, that must be a real bitch having to get off then come home to more work.” “Trust me it is.” “Why aren’t you at work?” I poked but didn’t expect an answer since I heard the door open which meant that Theo was missing me. “Hmmm, I’d better get back to the office.” Theo walked past me speechless. He was quiet until he heard the door close behind me. I waited a bit. “What the fuck did I tell you about talking to her?” He admonished in that same commanding voice years ago about me being bare foot in my own house. “She just noticed my eye and asked what happened,” she pleaded. “Get out of my fuckin’ face. Go put some makeup on the mothafucka!” I went back into the lab, finished my work for the day and went home to a nicely chilled bottle of Robert Kendall's version of Chablis. I put on some contemporary jazz and plopped down on my sofa. It was the next morning when I woke. "Fuck! I shouted. I just fucked up my online class. Maybe the instructor will forgive me. Dammmmmm!" I poured the contents out of the glass of wine from the previous evening, turned the radio station then stripped. I paraded in front of the mirrors in my den a bit. One of my favorite tunes came on so I did a solo slow dance. Memories of the fucking Lance and I used to do off of this song creamed me immediately. My intentions were to get my vibrator and rabbit dildo out and screw myself silly until the phone rang. I looked at the caller identification. "Hello." "This is Dyanna. Just calling to see if we're still on for the day?" "Of course we are. I'm getting a few things ready for you now. See you soon." "Ok." Instead of playing with my toys, I haphazardly spread the in varying places in my room. I would pretend that I we needed to go in there for some reason. Then, she'd accidently see my toys. I'd pretend to be embarrased. Hmmm, kinda corny. But if all else fails. Just thinking about Dyanna's eye and my scheme to help her get away from this monster was pissing me off. The memory of his threats to me long ago resurfaced. It's a blessing in disguise to have the powers. The day that I called and pretended to need a job confirmed that there was danger in that house. I had not spoken to Theo in several years. That's where my spirit took me though. I obeyed. I stretched out in my whirlpool attempting to free my mind of this monster. I couldn’t. I reached over to turn the jet-streams on. To my delight, the plumber put an extra strength one just beneath the spot my ass would land each time I wanted to play in the water. Strong currents splashed against my clitoris. I was startled at the intensity and came within minutes. “Ummm, how lovely. My pussy will be good and juicy for my luncheon.” I inserted one finger in for a quick taste test. “Perfect.” |
Poetic Prelude You say ‘get over it’ as if you understand With your deaf ear you listen Instead of empathy, you reprimand Have you ever been hurt? Left alone by family, Mistreated like dirt? For not a reason they treated you this way? Guilty, you must be, And you just don’t want to say YES! I’m guilty, low-down and filthy It is your job to condemn Now take the blade and finish, wilt thee? Cause, how dare I speak the truth? Tell our familiar secrets and Speak up as a youth?! I’m sorry that I forgot my place From now on I will remember Not to invade such a space A space in loving arms That was supposed to be Safe and free of harms Excuse me if I elucidate Try to make you understand So that you no longer berate Who was I but a child? A little girl So young, so tender and so mild ~~Sugaree~~ |
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