romance – Page 2 – The Paramour

Love Me Now

You said you didn’t love me.

You said you had no ill feelings for me,

But that you

Didn’t

Love

Me.

I just couldn’t understand the idea of you not loving

When I’ve loved you my entire life

And beyond.

Now, I’m stand

In your kitchen

With your beating heart

In my hands.

Your body lies still on the clean tiles.

I give your heart a squeeze

As I admire the sweet gift you have given me.

I’m sorry, my love.

I just couldn’t

Take

The

Rejection.

I hope you can love me

Now

That I have your heart

In my loving hands.

Honey

Baby, you are mine.

Your soft tongue slowly traces my honey covered lips.

My body curves and twists to fit perfectly into yours.

The honey turns into blood as your sharp teeth bite deeply into my lips,

Causing the lips between my thighs to heated up

And squeeze together.

You let out a small grunt and soon your blood begins to pool in your mouth as I pierce you with my knife.

My excitement increases as the pool of blood overfills and flows into my mouth.

You begin to fight back, but you are fixed into my arms.

“Please, no.”

Your begging begins to lead me to climax as your body becomes weaker by the second.

The thought of taking and inhaling your life, your soul into mine is arousing.

Your spirit is exiting your body and I prepare to take it

And entangle it with mine.

You are mine, my dear.

You are mine in every single way and beyond this world,

You will continue to be mine.

Closure

I just wanted answers.

I wanted to know why you would cause a soft being like myself

So much internal pain and heartbreak.

When you arrived,

You just couldn’t give me the answers I wanted.

“It was a mistake.”
“You are a beautiful and amazing woman.”
“You deserve better.”
“I told you I didn’t want anything serious.”

Only the same, lame, excuses men always give

When they fuck up and don’t want to be accountable.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted to hurt you the same way you hurt me.

After a struggle and a few punctures,

You were on the ground, slowly bleeding out.

Your beautiful blue eyes were now bloodshot and filled with fear.

I couldn’t help, but to caress your face.

You flinched at my touch,

Which turned me on.

A sinister smile creeps onto my face as I grip your face,

Making eye contact.

I turn your head to reveal a small slit on your neck made during the fight for dominance.

I admire the cut as I continue to get aroused by your weakness and you continue to be fearful of my next moves.

Without thinking, I lean forward and I can feel your body clench beneath mine.

I tap my tongue on the cut before putting it fully on.

My tongue swirls around the spot before I begin sucking.

I notice your heart is beginning to beat faster and you are no longer clenching.

I never had this craving before and I can’t help, but to continue sucking

As this is the ultimate pleasure.

Once I am fulfilled, I removed myself from the slit and observed him.

He laid there, looking as lifeless, pathetic and useless as ever.

He was dead

And I finally got the closure I was yearning for.

Human Urges

Sometimes, I get the urge to rip my entire face off.
To feel my long, pointy nails pierce my skin.
To feel the skin gather under my nails
As they drag down my face,
Along my chin,
And down my neck.

Sometimes, I have the urge to hurt someone.
Not physically; that would be too easy.
I want to feel the energy shift and
the pause to process what I have said.
I want to see the disbelief in their eyes,
The heartbreak in their heart.
The reaction, no matter what it is, to my actions.

Sometimes, I have the urge to tear open my chest.
To pull apart my breast and dig through the skin and flesh
Until I reach my ribs.
I want to crack each bone, pull back my lungs
And grab my sweet, beating heart.
And I want to detach it from my body and admire it.
Then, I will press my thumbs into it,
Feeling through the soft, plushy material until I reach the center.
I want to stare into it and caress it before I faint from

The overwhelming joy and blood loss.

Made for Me

I thought it was impossible to meet a man

As deranged and lost in this world as I am.

One who has no will to live and only lives

To raise hell amongst the world.

One who looks at me as if I’m god

And Satan.

One who is able to tame

My inner wrath and hatred.

One who makes this horrible world

Worth living, even for a few more years.

From the second I met him,

I knew he was made for me,

And only me.

Love isn’t that simple

Love is not that simple.

Love in not that simple to me.

Other people experience it as

Something fresh, pleasant and joyful.

I experience it as

a rebirth, dreading and overall painful.

Love,

For me,

Turns into obsession.

Turns into wanting to be apart of your physical being.

Turns into a burning pain due to how much I crave and desire.

Love,

For me,

Is sickening.

My daily functions depend on your admiration of me.

My mind, body and soul depends on your overall happiness.

Love,

For me,

Becomes my entire identity.

I am not me if I don’t have or possess you.

I am meaningless without love.

Is this healthy?
No, it isn’t.

But it’s the only way I thrive within my being.

Girlie

He watches as the water rinses away the soap from my tan body. The soap slides along my curves and down to the shower tiles. I met him two months ago and I’m already sickly obsessed with him. He tugs at the dark tie wrapped around his neck as I continue the erotic show through the glass shower.

“Girlie. My girlie,” he moans, pulling the tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. This is our last night together before he goes back to Italy. We wanted to make it memorable.

I press my round, bare ass on the glass and sway it back and forth, teasing him. I could hear him getting up from his seat and approaching the mirror. A smile grows across my face. He pulls open the shower door, pulling me out of the steam of water and into his muscular arms. I kiss every bit of his pale chest, getting lower as I do so. Before I could unbutton his pants, he takes my chin into his hand and pulls me up off my knees.

Then, he looks at me, stares at me. The expression is unrecognizable to me. It’s a look he has never given to me before. His big, dark eyes are set on mine and I can’t detect what is going through his mind. I don’t know if I should feel aroused or scared, but I can’t help but to feel aroused.

“Baby, why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, but he says nothing in return and just pulls my damp body into his clean suit to pursue a thirsty, lustful kiss. Our tongues swirl together as I attempt to be closer to him. My lower region is starting to swell as his fingers crawl down my spine.

As the kiss breaks, the feeling of a thousand needles poking my back arises. I chuckle as my body grows weak and I fall into the man’s arms. He just stabbed me in the back and he’s about to do it again. We make eye contact again as he pulls the knife out of my back for the second time. My body begins to become overwhelmed and begins to shut down, but I can’t help but to be at complete bliss. I’m dying by the hands of a foreign man from a foreign country. I couldn’t ask for a better, more erotic death. I can feel an orgasm rising within my weakened body and I know it is the last thing my body will ever do.

The last thing I hear him say, before my demise, is,

“Girlie.”

It wasn’t planned

I’m sorry for the lack of posting! I’ve had final with University and had to keep on track with that. I hope you guys enjoy this short story and I will post more this week. – The Paramour

I didn’t mean to. I just wanted you all to myself. The second you entered me was the second I knew you were meant to be mine. You felt so right within me. My legs wrapped perfectly around your waist as you pushed into my small center. I didn’t want you to leave me. Ever. I didn’t want to cause you any pain. Ever. I know you hate pain, but I just couldn’t let you be with anyone else. I watched as you reached your climax and as I reached for the knife. Within seconds, the knife was struggling to penetrate your back. Your muscles spasmed and you tried to push me away at the second or third stab, but it was to no advantage. You fall onto your open wounds and whine like a child in pain.

My poor baby,

My poor, poor, baby.

Don’t worry or whine, it will be ok.

You’re safe

with me now.

Love Letter

What must I do for your love?

What must I do for you to be mine?

You are the embodiment of perfection and glory.

The sight of you makes my knees weak

And my power, my ego, disappear.

Your boyish appearance and naïve aura

Makes you irresistible and I want to

Corrupt you,

Damage you,

A man of twenty, but you’re so pure,

So new, to this harsh world.

I was made

For you.

I will write for you until my fingers bleed.

I will further damage this world for you.

I will give you my beating heart for your own.

I will crawl on my hands and knees if you asked.

I will only exist for your own happiness and pleasure.

I Knew It

I knew I loved him
When I started imaging our lives together.

I knew I loved him
When every thought I had was about him.

I knew I loved him
When I couldn’t sleep without him by my side.

I knew I loved him
When I started to enter his dreams.

I knew I loved him
When I started tormenting him unintentionally.

I knew I loved him
When I started including him in my morning prayers.

I knew I loved him
When I began to possess him.

I knew I loved him
When I began using his blood as sweetener in my morning tea.