When she’s on the brink, she tastes suicide and there goes another of her nine lives. Her toes have gone numb. Each and every one of them. Her throat’s tight, too. So tight she can barely breathe. She stinks. Sickly so sickly. Sweet so sweet like sugar on wet lips. She blinks her eyes. One then the other and then both. Semi-darkness then full dark and then the glare of the light bulb swinging from the cable that hangs from the ceiling. Then more darkness again and a shit load of tiny white orbs that float around long after she’s tasted the other side. For a few moments there’s stillness and then she’s crawling to her bed on her hands and knees. Dragging herself up onto the mattress and lying there in the nude, she spreads her legs and bounces her hips up and down. She thinks of him fucking her. Tender. Rough. Both. At some point, she begins to growl. Clenching her teeth, the strangest of sounds rise from her belly before being spat out of her mouth. Up and down she goes, and as she clenches her ankles, she thrusts her pussy as hard as she can imagining it calling to him over the towns and cities to wherever he may be. Maybe he’ll hear it? If she squeezes her tits together, perhaps he’ll close his eyes and see her there, ready and willing to be eaten alive? She’s greasy. Sweaty. The sheets are sticking to her body. Makes her feel dirty, and the dirtier the better for the more chance there is of him sniffing her out. And so on and on she goes, losing herself in the moment until long into the night she passes out, exhausted yet euphoric and one step closer to where she needs to be. Falling asleep, she curls into a ball, and while her body rests, her soul slips through the open window, and out there, among the deserted streets and empty parking lots, she plays hide and seek with the ghosts at dawn.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
…she thrusts her pussy as hard as she can imagining it calling to him over the towns and cities to wherever he may be.
…and while her body rests, her soul slips through the open window, and out there, among the deserted streets and empty parking lots, she plays hide and seek with the ghosts at dawn.
The beauty of your words always amazes me.
Thank you ever so much. It’s a pleasure and a thrill knowing that.
It makes me smile knowing you see her as vividly as I do x
Υou left me no choice!
🙂 x
Wonderful imagery, I was almost a fly on her wall!
I’m so pleased to hear it, my friend! 🙂
Fuck me, this is insanely good. Apologies for my french but honest to god, this is fantastic.
Your french is pardoned 😉
Thank you, though, K. I’m touched you enjoyed this piece. It warms my heart x
Dang…
Not to be funny, but if you stop writing many peoples souls will leave their bodies and hunt your ass down.
(for me, well I am always inspired, but also always moved by the intensity)
You seriously deserve every reward for your commitment to your work, in the forms you desire.
Thank you for writing.
Haha!
I guess that’s a good reason not to stop then 😉
Thank you, though. That means so much to me, it really does. Knowing you appreciate my words, and look forward to reading them fills me up with light. It’s the greatest of sensations x
You’re welcome 😊
You cannot write as you do without tuning oneself in deeply to the essence of humanity, which can be a very dark place (where angels fear) to tread. Should you not recieve your due reward? 😉
Those who hold the torch, shining light into the darkest places, too shall see and be filled by the same light which they emanate.
And yes, I know the sensation, it is a drug like none other, knowing that what we have agonised in and poured our souls into understanding and embracing, has the desired affect.
Well I could go on. 😆
Truth be told, it pleases me greatly seeing others do what I am harkened to, but do not find in myself the capacity any longer, at this time, and your writing, reminds me of who I am, even when life has stripped me slowly of the ability to explore the abyss and keeps me simply on the edge. Here, I am able, to see into it, even as I may not enter.🙏
Have an amazing day good Sir.
It’s a fine day outside. Time for another walk, and another opportunity to find some sense of liberation. As you say, to shine a light, and then to fill oneself with the very same light.
I hope today brings you the spark you seek x
😉 It will. ENJOY! xx
the ending lines, are brilliant beyond what I have read lately..you are a good writer. following for more..
I’m touched that you think so. Thank you!