by Kaero Davis
Enter Scenario
“Nothing arouses me more than a woman who’s confident, whose sexy and knows she is – and plays it cause she knows how much you like it. Someone who’s got it worked out. She’s confident and you cannot help but watch, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. She’s got you hooked. You want more – but there’s nothing you can do unless you can slither your way up and distract her well enough to make her gag for it as bad as you. Sell it well. Sometimes you’ve got to be as confident as they – step up and play the game. They too can be as hooked as we. Use your imagination, get creative, get spontaneous. Make ’em laugh, but show ’em some fun. Offer them fun.” – Mooka.
Play the Tart
Pose that spunky body baby,
Just like a tart,
Shake and bounce that bod babe,
You win my heart,
My appetite involves taboo things to speak,
But you and me here and now, we’re at our peak,
It’s when you flaunt your hot-stuff, I go weak,
You’re the girl of my dreams when you put on your freak,
Bounce and strut your perky stuff babe,
Laugh and play the tart,
Shake and strut your spunky stuff baby,
You win my hard,
Now you’ve got me drooling and I want to get to fooling,
Rolling and a spooning, tuning, getting you all gooey,
Set our rhythm moving, really rocking and a grooving,
A fire rapid fuelling, building heat and sync fusing,
My appetite involves taboo things to speak,
But you and me here and now, we’re at our peak,
It’s when you flaunt your hot-stuff, I go weak,
You’re the girl of my dreams when you put on your freak,
So,
Pose that spunky body baby,
Just like a tart,
Shake and bounce that bod babe,
You win my heart,
Bounce and strut your perky stuff babe,
Laugh and play the tart,
Shake and strut your spunky stuff baby,
You win my hard,
Exit Scenario
“Mm’mm, foxy, foxy, spunky women. Sassy attitudes, oh wow! Rowr! *twang* tease me babe, I love it – I just love it. I love exciting them just as much, see their eyes glitter – or flash – with a deviant, naughty excitement, a kind of hunger and are soon keen to attack for feed as much as we fellers and fellow lesbians. I always want more. My hunger is that insatiable, my drive – it’s just insane – I’m always left wanting more. And I find myself thinking about it all the time. And at inappropriate places and times, inconveniently. I must be some sex-crazed lunatic. But whatever the situation I find myself in – I do attempt to maintain some level of control over it.” – Mooka.
Enter Scenario
“Oh, I gotta have me a dominant woman. One that knows what she wants and takes it any way she can. Torture me baby, make me your bitch – I wanna be under your power, make me do anything you want – I want to be yours. Own me baby, make me yours – come and claim me. Make me do all your desires. I want it, I need it, I crave it; mmmm baby yeah, give it to me, let me have it. Make your mark on me, blow my mind and never let me forget how good you gave it. Give it to me hard baby, I don’t wanna get you outta my head for months. Make an impression on me that’ll only make me want more. Sedate me baby, rape me, come and enslave me. I love you, I lust you and I need you bad baby…” – Ccessetti.
Sedate Me, Rape Me,
Sedate me baby,
Rape me,
I’m goin’ rabid-crazy,
Enslave me,
Bust out the whips and leathers,
Tickle me tender with a feather,
Fill me with ecstatic pleasure,
Fuck me hard for good measure,
Sedate me baby,
Rape me,
I’m goin’ rabid-crazy,
Enslave me,
Bust out the whips and leathers,
Tickle me tender with a feather,
Fill me with ecstatic pleasure,
Fuck me hard for good measure,
Sedate me baby,
Rape me,
I’m goin’ rabid-crazy,
Enslave me,
Sedate me baby,
Rape me,
Sedate, Sedate, Sedate me,
And come, rape me
Exit Scenario
“Jump my bones girl, I need a good scrape. Do me ’til I’m raw and tender. Drain me, take a load off of me. you’re just what I’ve been waiting for. Whip me, bite me, scratch me – dig your nails right in, I wanna feel you. Hold me down and rough me up show me your hot ’n feisty sides. Hurt me baby – I love the pain. Rip at me, cut me – whip me over and over. Beat me and fuck me as hard and fast as you can. Pin me down and grind me raw. Hear me moan in pleasure and pain, hear me howl, lustily, longingly for you…” – Ccessetti.
Enter Scenario
[In Thought]
“(“Holy fuck I’m horny. Rabid – crazed – maniacal – erratic, and wildly impulsive. I would almost jump anything that walked passed me right now – aww fuck – can’t contain it, shit, I’m gonna lose it – I’m a slut!”)
“Oi! You there girl – can we hook up?!” I called over to a woman jogging up the road.
“Ew, No – Go AWAY!”
“Okay – ” and I bolted off I the other direction.
“Aww, Gawd – Fuck…I’m way too antsy to be out in public, need to pull – need to pull – need to pull–”
(I ran across the park straight for the toilet block and had my dacks down around my ankles before I’d even reached the cubicle – cock in hand, slapping and swinging it about – “Oh Fuck, oh fuck,” I stammered, “Awww,” I howled. I tugged and jerked and yanked and pulled on my cock, running through memories of naked women I’d seen in magazines, furiously choking the chicken in a mad rush. I just had to get out all this built up energy. I’d broken into a song I wrote previously – an ode I spoke as I jerked and tugged the war out of me, imagining these images of naked tits and vag flopping and bopping all around me. I hadn’t realized the gasps I heard were actually there outside the cubicle and not in my head until I was finished – and then I heard laughter.)” – Yoothra.
Sex Starved Maniac
Well I just want to suck on your snatch,
That special little place where your dad hit you with the axe,
Oh god how I just love that hot little gash,
I want to bend you over and smash, smash, smash,
Oh fuck yeah babe you got a rockin’ body,
Could I maybe later trouble you for a gobby?
Whattayasay, wanna buff my lobby?
I’d love to make you my new hobby,
Oh god I love the way you’re looking,
Can we go sneak off for a nookie?
You could teach me, I’ll be the rookie,
Oh please let me taste your little pink pussy
I just wanna cover you head to toes in hickeys,
But I have to have you all hot and sticky,
Maybe I could give you a little lickety-lickey,
Before you gasp and beg for me to dip my wicky,
I’m a sex starved maniac with pussy on his mind,
If the subject isn’t sex it is often left behind,
I want you to ride me, really force me down and grind,
This is me, how I’ll always be, it’s how I am designed,
Exit Scenario
“In my mad rush to masturbate – I hadn’t noticed I bolted straight into the ladies’ public toilets side of the block. I never actually saw a woman in there – I thought I was alone, but the laughing suggested otherwise. How long were they there? How long were they there in
that next cubicle listening to the wet motions of my strokes and listening to me moan and howl in pleasure – and singing my song? I could feel my face go red and then as purple as my python in humiliation. I waited and listened to hear if these women were leaving. I poked my head out from the cubicle and there were a couple of girls around my age staring at me – one shaking her head and rolling her eyes, and the other wide-eyed, laughing and with a deviant smile on her face. One of them left and the one with the deviant smile – just remained there looking at me, smiling but staring me up and down. I didn’t know what to do. Leave? I tried to – but then she pushed me against the wall and grabbed me on the dick. She whispered – “I heard that – I want to have some fun,” and she shoved me back against the wall and forcibly yanked my jeans back down my ankles. And what happened next was surprisingly as good as the best result I could’ve hoped for in my most desperate of desperation. The ferocity – the velocity, it was hard, fast, and rabid-crazy. We fucked the brain’s out of each other.” – Yoothra.
Enter Scenario
“I was as mad as a cut snake when (much younger) fallen for a girl I thought was gorgeous, and of the similar age. This one a nurse – and me a schizo. I intensely believed I had loved her, infatuated, and I thought I could have had a decent round with her. Again I, uh, obsessed a little – maybe a lot and scared her away. I guess when I’m ‘on’, I’m really full-fuckin’-on, and I haven’t met very many people capable of handling being around me the time’s I go through my extremes. With her, I felt I had poured energy toward someone who just wasn’t right for me. I’d write about her, to her, for her, of her and the intensity of what I’d felt was just a little too much than what she was after. She didn’t want anything serious and at that time I did. She’d wanted a friendship the like of which I couldn’t understand, I do now, but it was a friendship then I wasn’t too prepared to share in the way she might’ve particularly needed. That might just be the very reason for that ‘dating period’ where people are getting to know each other better. And it’s quickly becoming an opinion of new to me that this is probably the greatest chance of really – truly getting to know someone. And I’m thinking now – one might have a better chance at a successful relationship after a great lot of time – as mine being the case – fuck, sometimes what two people want and need are two very different ideals. Each of us want to feel fulfilled, but this piece I had composed (as strange as this thing was between me and her – and it was never a real ‘thing’) is structured like the form of a break-up, mind you in actual fact, the whole thing is more like a back turned and walking away…” – Lerkett.
Shed My Skin
You’ve just about taken all you could from me,
The mouth of this serpent speaks word you must heed,
This snake tightly coiled of the lies you’d bred,
And my venom penetrates where the bite will have bled,
It’s potent the venom, the serpent secretes,
And the loss you’d cost outweighs the memories,
It’s unfortunate your lies were ne’er disguised,
I can sense your heat now, I’ll bite to paralyse,
Patience thin and I am pissed,
I’ll shed my skin and be rid of this…
It’s been far too long since I’d loved last,
And after knowing you, prospects are as done as dust,
You’d had this serpent swaying in hypnotic dance,
For a while you were tranced, but broke free of the glance,
Yes, you broke free and stole from me,
Love, security and invulnerability,
But it’s so potent the venom the serpent secretes,
And the loss you’d cost outweighs the memories,
It’s such pity your lies were never disguised,
I’d felt the heat but now, I’ll bite to paralyse,
My patience wore thin and I was pissed,
But I’ll shed my skin and be rid of this.
Exit Scenario
“I haven’t spoken with her in some years now, and at the thought of that – I don’t even reckon I would know what to say to her…maybe an apology? I guess I could apologize for my irrational behaviour and apologize for being ‘over the top’. I’d probably ask her forgiveness for being a little something more than she’d first bargained for. I should get another fucking tattoo saying something like; ‘Date At Own Risk’, a warning to ward off all those too sensitive and weak of heart to handle the rollercoaster ride alongside myself. I may be bad – but I’m fucking good at it. Proud of it too. Loud and proud, all or nothing – go hard or go fuckin’ home. Like – live fast, die young while you’ve still got the good-looking youthful charm. HA, no, a guy like me is extremely recognisable, impressionable and memorable so, I need to show that I can behave myself – where appropriately. I’ve shed my skin of this sheila and last I had heard she was getting’ hitched. But if she should at some point stumble upon my lunatic memoirs – I will say this, Loaveibra – I apologize.” – Lerkett.
Enter Scenario
“Oh, the things you learn about people and yourself over the length of involvement between. Whether you’re in a relationship, or whenever you’re generally around a company of others like work colleagues or whichever, you pick up things and find you can employ certain traits or behaviours or the like in various circumstances. Or so I have, and it truly is remarkable how the little differences work – whatever reactions you receive wherever, whenever. But all the things you see when you’re observing how another act’s and how they can appear to sweeten each experience with gentle, subtle gestures. I have picked up on some and figured – fuck, why not use that to my advantage – just as that person has? In some cases, it works, but after a while you put your own twist on it to spice it up, and more often than not when you’re faking or falsifying such events for whatever attention you seek then, you’ll grip their attention so long as you know what you’re on about and make a good cause of it – you’ll succeed. Then, you’re playing everybody else’s games but, better than them. Utilize what you learn from observing, practice it – master it and use it to better your advantage.” – Pvogg.
Sinfully, Your Predecessor…
One thing you’d never counted on,
Was I kept track of all the wrong,
Those memories will haunt me ’til I’m gone,
And they’ll go with me when I’m gone,
So how confident do you think you are?
How far do you think you’ll get to the stars?
You forget I count and recall all these scars,
You’ll drown before me deep in hot, thick, black tar,
I will say I liked your manipulation,
That kind stung in a flavour I liked,
Mastering that will take some contemplation,
Overriding the urge to rage and fight-
But train my intellect to better counter-strike,
Those memories will haunt me a good while,
But in that time I’ll develop my own style,
Model it after yours but just as agile,
A hunter but hunted, forever wild,
But how confident do you think you are?
How far do you think you’ll get to the stars?
You forget I count and recall all my scars,
And you’ll drown deep in thickened boiling tar,
I will say I liked your manipulation,
Mastering that will take some contemplation,
I embraced the sting, and savoured on the flavour,
Overrode that compelling urge of appalling behaviour,
Overcame the urge to rage on and fight,
But I’ll train my intellect to better counter-strike.
Exit Scenario
“None of my Ex’s liked it when I mirrored them, I doubt they’ll like it far less when I employ the techniques I�
�ve learnt from them on someone other than them. I soaked in everything, and I picked out what I thought I liked more, picked what I thought were the best weapons for the best timing, the best mood – what took them maybe years to work out only took me little than few months but I know it’s going to work almost every time I use it. Sinfully, your predecessor implies just that, advancing your tactics while you’re around another seemingly impressive – and absorbing all you can you’ve seen is successful and surpassing them in the faster lane. Almost like an aggressive perfector. Progressive perfector. Whatever… the best revenge Is doing exactly as others do but swifter and smoother negotiated in the pursuit almost as, or rather just as good as, better than those whose manoeuvres you adopt and adapt. And while you’re at it, smile, show you’re enjoying every minute of it.” – Pvogg.
Enter Scenario
“Now this is an ultimate love of mine to be doing. And when I’m not doing it – I’m thinking about it. It’s on my mind all the time. I could say I am an addict it’s that bad, but personally, I don’t think it’s worthy of being called an addiction but then, if you’re too far hooked into it – It’s rare that you might admit it. Especially if you don’t think it’s a problem. I know my case is a bit full-on, I mean, shit, I myself used to masturbate at least five times a day. I could achieve orgasm but then want to do it again not too much longer afterwards. I can quite easily admit I have a high sex-drive and feel compelled to want to just ‘get off’ frequently, but It’s something I’m going to have to exercise control over, it is something that has most definitely destroyed my own previous relationships with past partners, so if I really want to have a relationship to last, it is, in fact, going to have to be something I tone down on. Slow down. Think of it as less important as it was prior – or something like that. I need to reign it in because god knows I don’t want to be a deviate all my life and especially if I want something meaningful eventually, slammin’s fun – It just isn’t everything.” – Schuukazei.