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Disturbed Memoirs (Part I)

Contributed by bobotheclown on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 02:49:51 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry




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





Copyright © bobotheclown ... [ 2003-10-25 02:49:51]
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Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 06:08:57 AM AEST
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Wow...definately different, but you certainly described everything so well and made this an enjoyable, though disturbing read. It certainly had me captivated. I will be on the lookout for the next part.


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 09:49:16 AM AEST
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Geez, this is so disturbingly vivid...


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 01:40:13 PM AEST
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Wow!! Joel, you have certainly caught my attention with this write... Tho it is very disturbing it is very well written and except for a few spelling errors, I think it's a masterpiece..
Jenni


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by Chanti on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 03:11:49 PM AEST
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Very captivating... and twisted. Beautiful write Joel, although somewhat sick.


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 05:09:53 PM AEST
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Hahaha, "somewhat sick". Yeah, that sums it up. Great write.


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 08:44:12 PM AEST
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Freaky vivid imagary, drew me in as If I was there, left a lasting image, beautifully written and so hauntenly realistic........freaky........good job done here.


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 10:06:24 PM AEST
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okay.........now yahave me waiting impatiently for parts two........three...... four????...awesome......captivating write!!!


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by frozensuicide on Monday, 27th October 2003 @ 02:06:37 AM AEST
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interresting


Re: Disturbed Memoirs (Part I) (User Rating: 1 )
by SensitiveSoAbused on Saturday, 29th November 2003 @ 02:21:48 PM AEST
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AHAHAHAAAA!!!

Dude did you read my personal journal before writing this??

oooh now you know my seeecret aspirations....


haha... >:D

man the first time you showed this to me i was like damn. good sh*t. funny as hell too.

cheers, (you know who i am)




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