Bella Poesia

AISHA I haven't met any 21-year-old like her, it’s still hard to believe she’d just be 21 in a couple of days. Technically, I haven’t even met her, just her online personality which I’m almost certain is how she might be in real life. Serendipity! That’s what I can call this, I mean how we connected on social media is still kinda surreal. A totally random direct message that could have received a hostile reception but did not. Thankfully, I was not as annoying as the guys she’d just complained about on her timeline. “You have to thread carefully” I remember saying to myself almost in a rhythmic anthem style. She seemed like a really sweet girl, at least from her mature and polite responses. I almost forgot why I was in her “DM” and  so I asked her why thought men were annoying. Her reply felt like she took offense to my question which warranted me to profusely apologize immediately. She went on to explain that it was just a random feeling of some sort ...

Together forever  Deeper than lovers One another's backs they cover Indivisible together  A single unit if you bother to look closer  The truth doesn't make them bitter They battle the storm till it's over  Happy memories they inspire Some losses they may suffer It's an unsinkable ship in a river Their relationship can not quiver  More beautiful than quicksilver  An equilibrium you shouldn't bother A journey of life as friends forever!

Spreading her legs apart revealed her very fresh thighs, her body felt hot and goosebumps made her skin coarse. My free hand found its way down to her thigh, I felt her body shiver as my palm came in contact with her skin. Without stopping the rear pleasuring, I started probing delicately towards her honey jar and her moan drove me wild. It was definitely the most serenading sound I'd ever heard. Enough with all these stories, I know what you're here for *wink* *wink* I summoned my other hand to assist on this imminent pussy invasion but first I had to massage those beautiful thighs. I firmly gripped the muscle just beneath her arse and the alternate side further down and gently but firmly worked my magic with my thumbs and index fingers. At this point I was bent over invisible to the unaware customers that hungrily consumed their delicious ice cream. I was about to make my own ice cream out M's pussy, she definitely was more horny than relaxed at this point as I urg...

M and I had always had a sexual tension between us. Every time we saw the room got charged with high tension sexual charge yet one way or the other we avoided exploring each other's body. Instead we found a way to engage in "eyegasm" while subconsciously heightening the sexual innuendo. It was as if we unconsciously had a mind accord to get to a particular sensual threshold before engaging in anything intimate and it felt treacherously exhilarating to indulge in these mind games. Trust me when I say we weren't oblivious to the sexual spark we caused each other, as a matter of fact we teased each other with glaring clues. Like the other day she slipped her soaked panties in my jacket pocket as she kissed me good night after a very romantic dinner filled with profanities and lucid sex jokes. Oh! This other time when she insisted I was to partner with her in our yoga class and I let my fully erect member tease her behind! We had quite an open and awkward rel...

As I emerged from the shower, a bloodied candidate 3 struggled towards her purse, maybe to reach for her phone. I was going to make it really slow and enjoy this kill. I had to stay under the radar after that the close shave at the Four Points, the cops were yet to find out about Fatima but they had no trouble finding the body of the hotel staff. This candidate was really hard to track down. I made an exception in picking her because unlike the last candidate, she was really popular on Twitter. She didn’t even follow my fake account because I didn’t have enough followers there. “Fucking bitch!” I cussed under my breath as she curved me for the fifth time. The bitch deserved what was coming to her. In her next life she would learn not to curve any guy again. Well, this is was getting really messy, this bitch was strong and feisty as fuck! Standing at 5’11, she had the nickname ‘the goddess’ on twitter and she really looked like one when I bumped into her at the movies. I knew...

I woke up to the buzzing of busy houseflies. The evil greenish black creatures hovering round my parents‘ lifeless bodies hungrily. I do not know how long I was out for or how I got downstairs from my vantage position at the gallery but the stench that emanated from their decaying body was nauseating. Whatever happened that night was gory, their bodies told the story quite elaborately. Chopped fingers and cigarette burns, a torn pelvic region on my stepmother, a bashed skull, dried blood and the dining table and sticky blood all over the Italian marble. Scarface’s voice echoed in my head and flashes of the multiple rape sessions reeled sketchily in my memory. The screams of both my parents jeered my nerves as I slowly recollected and the last image of my father was the anguish in his eyes as they met mine squarely. I am not sure if he saw me but that bitter look overwrote any other memory of my father I had. It was a night of pure torture on his side and excitement on m...