The Gentleman 18+ A bit mushy at the start, but trust me, it gets better. Parties. What is the first word that comes to mind when you think of 'Parties'? For me, it's boring. See, I was born into a very rich and classy family, so naturally I was forced to avoid all contact with the common parties with the plastic cups of alcohol and the drunken brawls, etcetera. Instead, I had to go to parties where the rich and famous went to converse about their latest #poems and the politics of the world. Boring. I was never drawn towards that sort of thing, and preferred casual conversation. Anyway, I was standing in the middle of a hall in some random man's mansion - I didn't pay attention to the names very often - most likely looking like a stranded child in a forest. Then, suddenly, I heard te door open. And footsteps tapping gently on the polished wooden floor. Coming towards me. Soon, they were accompanied by a pair of high heels, which tapped in rhythm with the previous footsteps. Then my arm was tugged around and I nearly stumbled as I came face to face with my mother. I didn't pay attention to what she was saying though, as the person beside her had captured my attention and wasn't giving it back any time soon. A tall, blonde haired man stood in front of me, staring at me with eyes as blue as the ocean, which I promptly sunk into. The black shirt and tuxedo he was wearing went well with the blue tie that hang around his neck, matching with his eyes. I didn't realise that my mother had left, or that I was still staring at him. I only crashed back into reality when I saw that he had held his hand out for me. I gently placed my hand into his, watching as he lifted it to his mouth and laid a tender kiss on it, making a red hue form almost immediately across my face. He kept my hand against his lips for a few seconds longer, then traced his tongue along my wrist, then going down again and sucking on my finger. Why he did this, I had no idea whatsoever, but it somehow thrilled me to no end. "Come see me in my chambers in three hours, maybe we can have a little chat." Entranced by his looks and his earlier actions, I could only nod, and when he pulled away and left, I stumbled a little towards a stool, before gripping it and plopping down on it. He came back numerous times to talk to me, explaining that his name was Adam and that he was heir to some expensive jewels that his family had owned for generations. I told him my name, Veronica, and told him about my past too, but I didn't go into as much detail as he did. However, in about two hours he had only come back after talking to me for about three minutes when he said that he couldn't wait any longer and had to go to his 'chambers' with me. I blushed when he said this, but agreed. He literally flew up the grand-looking staircase in the hall and into a hall of rooms on the right. We entered the very last room in the corridor and he flung me onto a king-sized bed in the middle of the room and closed the door. He stood up straight for a few seconds without saying anything, as if pausing for breath, then walked to the bed and leaned over me, his hands above each of my shoulders, trapping me. "Look, I know it has only been a couple of hours of us being together, but I think- no, I know, that I am in love with you." His voice quivered a little when he said this, and I felt my face go scarlet. He paused for a few more seconds before continuing. "I just need one answer for this, alright? Can I make sure, that I love you, Veronica?" I gulped and managed a 'yes'. That was all it took for him to pounce on me with all his strength and kiss me with such ferocity that I was overwhelmed quickly. He pulled back, and I glanced at the string of saliva connecting us. He looked like a lion after it had captured its prey as he stared at me with hungry eyes. His hands grabbed my head and twisted it around so that my neck was bare to him, then his head shot towards it and licked it, bit it, sucked on it, making me moan heavily each time. "Y'know, it's so boring, being so high and mighty all the time. You don't know how much I've hungered for the chance to do this." I could only moan in return as his tongue moved up and down my neck, going further down each time. He reached my cleavage and dug his tongue under my red velvet dress, coming into contact with my bra. He grunted in frustration and sat up, then pulled my dress down. The only thing covering my breasts was my bra, which he promptly ripped off. I was now lying half naked on the bed with him on top of me, watching him lick his lips before he plunged into my breasts, licking and biting on one and pulling on the other. I moaned so loudly I thought for sure everyone would hear, but no one did. He chomped on my breast, making me cry out in pain. When my mouth opened, he pushed himself further on top of me and dug his tongue into my mouth, licking everywhere inside as he rubbed my chest against him. My underwear was soggy by now, and he seemed to notice it, because he pulled away and slowly crept down towards my vagina, then pushed his nose against my clit through the fabric, earning another moan from me. "Oh, I see. This is your sensitive spot, no?" He lifted his head away from the bottom of my dress and rubbed his finger against my clit. My back immediately arched, as I had never experienced this type of excitement before and was aching for him to touch it more. I could see him smirk as I looked down at him. He stood up and slid off my dress and my underwear, then lifted the soaking wet fabric to his nose and sniffed it. He seemed to like it, as he slid his a tongue out and licked it. Then, without a word, he got down on his knees, spread my legs painfully wide, and plunged into my vagina, making me almost scream with pleasure as he hit my G spot almost instantly. His tongue delved in and out of my hole skilfully, and I wondered between gasps how much sex he'd actually had. He got bored of this quickly, though, and stood up, then walked towards a dresser, pulling something I couldn't see out of a drawer. He turned around to face me and I realised that the thing was a vibrator, which I shrunk back a little from. He also took out some handcuffs and binded me to the bed with them. "To stop you from touching yourself," he explained. I frowned and he laughed. "You're so innocent! You've never even masturbated before?" I shook my head and he smirked, then grabbed the vibrator, which he had left on the bed, and stuck it between my legs. I screamed and my eyes rolled back in my head as he pushed the sex toy deeper into my vagina. He switched on the vibrating and I rolled my hips against it, but he pulled it back out again. I let out a frustrated moan, but stopped short as he pulled down his suit trousers and underwear, revealing his penis. I shrunk back, but remembered the pleasure from the vibrator and stopped myself. I arched my back, whimpering and thrusting my vagina towards his cock, indicating that I wanted him inside me, as I could no longer speak for fear of moaning. He smirked for the third time and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me towards him as much as possible. He positioned his penis right outside my dripping vagina and slowly rubbed it around the entrance, but never entering. His thumb reached my clit and flicked it numerous times, making me moan in frustration again. Suddenly, he thrust his cock into my sex hole and pulled right out again, then stuck himself inside me again. He repeated this about ten times, then began thrusting steadily inside me, still holding me up by my ass. I groaned and came all over his dick, but he took no notice. He let go of my butt, after slapping it a few times, and clutched my tits, rubbing them against each other and flicking my rock hard nipples. "H-harder..." "Hmm? What did you say?" "HARDER! Fuck me... Harder..." "Your wish is my command," he said wickedly, and sped up his thrusting, making me cum again. I was utterly exhausted by now, but he was still going. I came again and again, staining the bedquilt and floor with the sticky substance, but he hadn't cummed once, and continued to fuck the #life out of me as I moaned every three seconds. Suddenly I heard a loud groan and a warm fluid rushed into my system, heating me from the inside. He collapsed onto me, his dick still inside of me. I attempted to shove him off of me, but it was impossible, so I waited for him to regain his breath. He stood up and unchained me from the bed, before lifting up the bedcovers and getting in, patting the empty space next to him for me to lie down. I snuggled into him and he laid his arms around me. "So... How'd I do?" "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. Might need to try again, though. Just to be sure..." He grinned and kissed me on the forehead, pressing me closer to him. "You're gonna be pregnant, you know." "I know." "And you're okay with that?" "Well, the baby's yours, so of course." He grinned again. "Oh, and sorry for rushing onto you like that. I'm not one for being a gentleman." I smiled at this, and was going to respond, but I heard snoring come from beside me, and didn't. Instead, I slowly slid under the covers until my face came in contact with Adam's cock. I slid my hands up and down it silently, then stuck it in my mouth and covered it in saliva, earning a grunt from him in his sleep.

Worth A picture is worth a thousand words, A smile is worth a million. Pain is worth a thousand tears, Happiness is worth a billion. A page filled with writing is full of imagination, A blank page is worth more, Because of possible creation.

One By One One by one, I watch him come, dragging the girls behind him. He rapes and kills, Until their shrills Are no longer audible to him.

Starting Over I’m trying to find something to base my #life upon, Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay. Tomorrow comes, and then again, it goes, And my ambition to become something more, grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away, The #life I want now, gets closer each day. All I've ever wanted was something to live for, I don’t want to be this little person anymore. I’ve been basing my #life upon what others think, I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink. I've fought to become who I am and what I want to be, I have to remind myself that one day, I will be free. Free from the rules I followed as a child, When everything was a game and #life was so mild. Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair, And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares. It’s like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me, And what I think about the way some things should be. I understand now, that I’m pretty much on my own, And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known. All the time, I think about everything I can’t say, what I have to keep in, And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen. Soon I hope to find out who I am, and what I am meant to become, I want to know where I’m going, I don’t need to be reminded of where I came from.

You May See Me Struggle You may see me struggle but you won't see me fall. Regardless if I'm weak or not I'm going to stand tall. Everyone says #life is easy but truly living it is not. times get hard, people struggle and constantly get put on the spot. I'm going to wear the biggest smile even though I want to cry. I'm going to fight to live even though I'm destined to die. and even though it's hard and I may struggle through it all. you may see me struggle... but you will NEVER see me fall.