Slave of Exhibition

I'm getting this feeling of total submission.. I want to be your slave of exhibition..
Out in the open for everyone to see as the storm clouds swallow the sky and the rain pours down on me.

Clutched in your grasp and body to body while the neighbors are glimpsing and watching. Whispers in my ears of pure seduction, the words play in my head
"get ready for porno type fucking"

Up off my feet you lift me. These thick thighs wrapped around your waist. One hand on my ass and the other placed between my chin and collarbone and squeezed softly; from my lips releases the slightest of moans.

Now on the floor on all fours and arms
cuffed behind me. Entering me smooth and
rough as you being to pound me. Cries of ecstasy echo in the room
I see them looking as I glance towards the window the excitement of it
Increases my libido.
Blinds open for everyone to envision they type of sexual punishment you are submitting

I don't think they understand the type of pleasure your are exonerating is truly exhilarating which is leaving me gasping for air and trying to reach for shit that isn't there. My eyes are blurry from the sweat dripping in them. My throat is dry from the screaming I've done of calling you daddy and telling you to make me cum. A forceful slap on my ass to quiet all this noise down. and you tell me "The only thing I want to hear is that wet pussy sound."

I obeyed my master of the evening and tried to keep my moans until her commanded me, but my body wasn't the one that was listening. She shook and shivered and ass clapped loudly. You slapped my cheeks to quiet me, making me yelp internally. Then with those words I've been longing to hear "Cum on this dick." was like music to my ears. With vigorous pumps this pussy erupted; unleashing juices like the flood gates and broken.

You yelled "Oh shit!" as you withdrew from me and painted my body with the creaminess of you. I finally collapsed with you beside me. Looked out the window again and the audience was applauding which was only right.

Tonight I had a feeling of total submission
I was your slave of exhibition

Lady R © 2013

I Hardly Knew Me.

Waking up to cold days, going to bed to even colder nights. Looking into eyes with blank stares. Hearing contagious words that cause pointless fights. Trying to make up by saying "I Love you." and getting responses like, "Yeah alright."



Seems like I hardly knew you.



In you gut you know there is something that isn't right, but your heart won't let go; it wants to stay and fight.
Emotionless greetings. Smiles faded from a once beautiful face. The feeling of love no longer the soul it grace.

Seems like I hardly knew you.

Memories of what use to be. The happiness the feelings of being carefree. Now replaced with emptiness, a shell of thy former self. Distorted image reflecting in a broke glass and alas so unrecognizable . What were once dreamy eyes now lies swollen and blood shot from all the spiritual, tormenting, cries.

The questions...
No answers...
The images that replay daily...
And still stuck in that same scene...

That distorted image...
That unrecognizable face...
Those cold nights and pointless fights
The memories of everything...

With revelation it seems like I hardly knew me...


Lady R © 2013

This House is Not a Home

This House Is Not a Home

To many battles, not enough love

No more kisses or tuck-in’s at night

Living room is looking like a war zone

This house is not a home.

                                              

No breakfast smells to wake to in the morning

Just busted bottle glasses being broken

Angry words being shouted as dishes hit the floor

All you want to do is hit the door.

This house is not a home.

Remember those days back in the day

You had game nights. Those days we would

Laugh and play fight

Where a kid could be a kid and everything seemed

To be alright? But now…

This house is not a home

All that emotion that once dwells now comes from

Empty eyes where love once lied.

An empty shell of a heart where love use to beat unconditionally

A soul that once to soar, is now dragged beneath the feet and stepped

On continuously causing so much animosity.

This house is not a home. 

You close your eyes and reminisce about the days

You use to share. The warmth of the heart that

Use to be there. The numerous times you to say

You cared.

The happy times

The smiles

The hugs…

The empty fridge

The long nights out

The pushes away when you tried to hug you goodnight

This house is not a home.

The beatings followed by the “I love yous”

The cheating because “SHE/HE” let you

The trying to get out but he/she won’t let you

And you keep coming back…

To make a house a home…

Lady R © 12/18/12

My Name is Tori

They say to see the truth you have to look through the eyes, because the eyes never lie. They say my eyes tell a story. One of love and laughter; one of sorrow and pain; one of a fight for survival; one of disgust and distained. My name is Tori and this is my story.

I was born on the coldest of January days.

No money or way to a hospital so mama had me where she laid.

No family to come and take care of her

And baby daddy wasn’t around

Because he was a married man with kids

And she herself was just a child.

My name is Tori and this is the beginning of my story.

At 17 Mama didn’t know what to do.

Keeping me wasn’t really an option

So wrapped up in clothes and taken to a hospital

Where I was abandon and left for adoption.

She left in the waiting room. I guess she hoped someone would spot me.

Lucky for me someone did; otherwise these words might not be read.

I grew up in the system for a while without a name.

I was called the lil nappy headed child, because my hair was thick and untamed.

Remembering back to the age of maybe 3, I met a family who said they wanted me.

Paperwork was all said and done and my new mama called me this name; Tori. 

My clothes were packed, my things were stowed, and my new family left for home.

My name is Tori and this is middle of my story.

So here I am thinking this family was right for me, but from the day I entered the front

Door I was beaten down, not just physically, but mentally.

I was called “such an ugly child” and told I’m lucky they chose me.

I was told on several occasions that they picked me solely for the money.

Barely feed any food, clothes didn’t really fit, but when the agency came around

Oh these people put on a performance.

As soon as I got old enough I said fuck this family and fuck this stuff.

I wanted to find a place where I felt loved.

So I roamed the streets looking for food to eat.

I’ve slept in shelters to absorb the heat.

I stole the clothes I put on my back and the shoes I wore on my feet.

No one had sympathy for a brown eyed, brown skinned, natural haired girl like me.

I had been a runaway and at the age of 16, no one was really even looking for me.

No education. How was I going to enroll in school, wasn’t like I had an address to go to.

As I grew up I wasn’t a bad looking girl, so I decided to turn tricks and that sent me to

A whole other world. A world of sex and drugs, and loveless love.

I’ve done some shit I wasn’t proud of.

And became addicted to something that couldn’t love me, it just numbed me.

I chased this addiction because I felt some type of affection, it made me sink

Down to the lowest of the low. I felt like I was selling my soul for just one more blow.

I got beating down by the hands of a man, taken advantage by a gang of girls...

And it was all for a taste of that white pearl.

I hadn’t eaten in days. I was a former shell of myself.

I was becoming nothing but skin and bones.

It was about midnight on another cold night. I was trying to turn a trick, so I could get

Another hit; and in that I succeed.

I grab my needle and puffed up a vein, trying desperately to make this emptiness go Away. Then I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the broken glass and damn near fell

Back on my ass as I realized that this streets had a hold of me.

I was about to become a fatality.

It was right then and there that the love I was searching for was within me. 

I dropped the needle and dragged myself to a center.

Looking up to the heavens I asked GOD to forgive this sinner.

I felt a newness wash over me.

Cleaned up and refreshed with a new look on life

Took months to get my life right and now and school and working steady.

This was Gods plan. He saw I was ready.

My name is Tori and this is the End of My Story.

Lady R © 2013