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[aid] => mick
[title] => Disturbed Memoirs (Part I)
[time] => 2003-10-25 02:49:51
[hometext] => *This was inspired by the master that some of you know as Cancer. This is Part I of a 2 or 3 part series. I apologize if you find this to long. I hope you enjoy :)*
[bodytext] => I had stalked her for a few days now I was 19, and she was only 13, But all I saw was her blossoming womanhood I had peered through her window, Unseen in the murky blackness, Countless times I had gazed upon Her firm breasts, her soft, silky skin, Her supple thighs, her flowing blonde hair Her head thrown backwards in laughter I had imagined stroking it then slitting it, But what drove my maddening, animalistic lust Was the virgin treasure between her legs I had seen it a few times Peeping through her window, stroking myself, Imagining her fingers plying my body We were the exact opposite I was unpopular, stupid (I had failed two grades), Poor, ugly, and struggled with mental problems She was young, smart (she was two grades ahead), Rich, beautiful, popular, and had everything going her way I was driven solely by my deep love for her As I plotted her kidnap and our marriage Maybe it was because she had talked to me and accepted me Which lead to my obsession It was the weekend, a Sunday I borrowed my dads truck And took the well-known path to her place She was alone (I had planned it that way) I walked slowly to the door Running over my plan in my head I smiled and rung the door bell I waited for a few tense seconds Until she opened the door "Hey Natasha," I said shyly "Hey Sam!" she said throwing the door open wider "Come on in. Are you ok?" she asked tentatively I swear she must have noticed The haunted look in my brown eyes "Can we talk?" I asked mouth dry She nodded and we walked to a nearby couch "What's wrong?" she asked Concern knitting her beautiful face I opened my mouth and was suddenly struck dumb By what she wore: A halter top That exposed a lot of beautiful skin And a mini skirt abandoning my plan I jumped up and exposed myself to her Her eyes widened in surprise and dainty hand flew to her mouth Before I knew what had happened I was on top of her and going inside of her She struggled for a few minutes, But soon I had subdued her As she fulfilled my every whim and desure As she struggled for breath And to release her choked, pleading screams Before I knew it, it was over I stroked her tear-streaked face And went to get her some water I put in some sleeping pills to knock her out She accepted the water greatfully, But refused to look at me with deep, green eyes In a few minutes she was sound asleep In a brilliant spurt of planning I dashed upstairs and packed some clothing of hers Then I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder Looking back I noticed the virgin stain Where I had made love to her on the couch I smiled and turned the cushions over greatfully [comments] => 9 [counter] => 291 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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