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Devil Girl Diaries – 15 (Forever)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away.  Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

 

after weeks of fighting
I stood outside the terminal
Allie had a plane ticket
Destination unknown to me
We had one final embrace
she fondled my crotch
In the middle of the crowd
I shook my head
She smiled and whispered
It will be forever be mine
She turned to walk away
Before entering the tunnel
A slight breeze lifted her dress
Exposing her bare bottom
To my tear filled eyes
It was a lonely trip back home
Followed by lonely months
Perhaps you won’t understand
We were interlocking pieces
Of an intricate puzzle
She zigged where I zagged
She filled my voids
Allie detested many things
She hated plain and routine
vanilla ice cream
Television and missionary
But in some sick
Unexplainable way
She loved an ordinary guy like me
I think of her often
I wonder how she is
she was so many things to me
but I remember Allie best
with three little words
Forever Devil Girl

Thank you for reading.

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Devil Girl Diaries – 14 (Sex Club)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Naked in a sea of nakedness
My eyes searched for Allie
Why did I come to this sex club
lust and desire
to satisfy her curiosity
Or my own
Why did I take my eyes off of her
This was dangerous
Like taking an arsonist to a lumber yard
And this idiot
Gave her matches and lighter fluid
My heart beat like jungle drums
Where was she
I tried to sort through the images
Bodies writhing
Mouths kissing
She was nowhere to be found
Then I spotted a small crowd
My heart sank
Allie loved an audience
I slowly neared
Dreading what was coming
My eyes needed to see
What my heart would never accept
Looking over broad shoulders
I found the woman of my life
With three men
Hands explored the treasures
I thought were only mine
They did everything
But one thing bothered me
More than anything else
The look on her face
She was truly happy
With head bowed I walked away
It will never be the same Devil Girl

 

To be continued

 

Devil Girl Diaries – 13 (Taxi Ride)

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Photo taken by moi.

Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Dinner and drinks were over
Perhaps I had one too many
Okay three or four too many
Allie led me out the restaurant
In her high heels and tiny skirt
She hailed a cab
I found comfort against a lamppost
The cab screeched to a halt
Allie pushed me inside
Bumped my head as I entered
Once seated the cab sped off
City Lights flashed like a kaleidoscope from hell
I leaned my head back
Relishing the peaceful night with no antics
Her hands caressed my thigh
I loved these rare moments
She tugged at my pants
“baby, you doing what” I asked
She freed willy
I uttered more drunken words
“you no can do that inside cab here”
It was a suggestion
Not a dare
She did it anyway
I watched the back of her pretty head
My mouth opened to speak
SIGH
cabbie adjusted his rearview mirror
oh, hell the what
my head fell back in ecstasy
I felt heaven
As I raced through hell
I love you Girl Devil

Until next week

Lonely Author: Introducing New Devil Girl Photo

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A warm thank you to all my friends and supporters.

Wanted to take a moment to introduce the new cover photo for my Devil Girl Diaries series.

The model is my spouse Allalidy (nicknamed Allie). She insisted that I use her nickname when I first started penning the series. After our overnight conversations, she reiterated the need to use her photo as well.  In case you are wondering, yes, I have her expressed written consent signed in blood (mine of course) to use this photo.

This photograph was taken by this humble chimp and not by any disturbed wordpress troll.

 

 

Devil Girl Diaries – 12 (Home Sweet Home)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Allie let me plan Friday night sexcapades
I prepped a good dinner
She wore a black negligee
me a white shirt and tie
nothing else
we ate, laughed, flirted
after a little fondling on the couch
she showered
she entered the glowing bedroom
one hundred candles filled the room
I lifted her to toss her on the bed
pushed her face down
I started kissing her feet
moved past her ankles
alternating between soft bites
demanding kisses
slowly worked my way up
She squirmed and sighed
A slap of the butt
Changed the mood
pressed her face against the wall
pulled her hair
slapped her bottom
took what was mine
we baptized every room
the kitchen counter
dining room table
hours later I woke
to find her gazing at the walls
are you okay I asked
she answered with a melancholy smile
I sadly realized
our souls were disconnected
are you addicted to the rush Devil Girl

More next week

Devil Girl Diaries – 11 (Facetime)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Standing in the Macys dressing room
I removed my slacks
My phone rang
It was Allie on facetime
We shared smiles via cell phones
I noticed she wore no blouse
I asked, are you trying something on?
Laughing she fumbled with her cell
she was naked
Allie what are you doing
She smiled and lowered the phone
We weren’t exactly facetiming anymore
Her fingers worked their magic
She groaned loudly
Everyone heard her in my dressing room
Remembering she had my cell headphones
I fumbled with the volume
Take him out she moaned
But I
I want to see him
I flashed myself
Touch him for me she requested
I hesitated then obeyed
She panned the camera along her body
Blood rushed through me
I was breathless
Watching her performance
My head leaned against the wall                                                             minutes seemed like hours
She advised me she was arriving
I was on the same train too
I trembled
I shook
I bit my lip
I saw heaven
In the dressing room of Macys
Minutes later
Everyone peaked out of their stalls
To watch me exit
handing the suit to the dressing room attendant
he asked if everything was to my liking
red face I nodded
can’t we be normal Devil Girl

Until next Saturday

Devil Girl Diaries – 9 (The Attack)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Freaky Friday
That is what she called them
I called it my excursion into hell
this Friday she wanted to see porn
a tame and lame proposition
much safer than the norm
Imagining the fun we would have
Her full breasts and sweet legs in lingerie
Her mouth performing magic on my torso
unlocking the door to my apartment
I wondered if she had already arrived
Anxious for the festivities to begin
Entering the silent darkness
Don’t move a deep voice thundered
A cold metal pressed into my neck
Chills ran up my spine
I trembled like a wet dog in a storm
A gun sank into the softness of my cheek
Blood drained from my heart
One questioned frightened me more than the weapons
Did I arrive before my Devil Girl

Next week peeps

Devil Girl Diaries – 8 (Home)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.This is our story.

slumped in the back of the cab

feeling like a corpse

I eyed the crowds and lights

of a crowded city full of life

exhausted by my search for Allie

 the wild sexual scenarios

that tortured my vivid imagination 

 I resigned myself to the worse

minutes later I entered my apartment

flicked on the lights

there she was naked on my couch

her legs formed an erotic V

she opened her arms to invite me in

I ran to her angry relieved

curious to know

buried my head in her warm full breasts

her heart whispered to me

I want to believe her words

I needed to know she was only mine

she pushed my head

down past her flat belly

I shut my eyes

I can’t share you Devil Girl

See you next week

Devil Girl Diaries 7 – (Lost)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

the train pulled out of the station

darkness replaced the light of my life

I had to return to find Allie

frantic, I got off at the next station

heart banging against my ribs

hopped on the next train back

Times Square

a complicated labyrinth of tunnels

and advertising filled passages

turned me into The Maze Runner

She wasn’t here, she wasn’t there

my imagination got the best of me

their bodies writhing, sweating

mouths kisses. moaning, panting

in the tub

against the wall

hanging from the hotel chandelier

I searched every crack and crevice

she must have exited with the construction brute

flew past the turnstile

into the jungle of lights, noise, and throng

I spotted her blonde mane in the crowd

ran after her accompanied by desperation

pushing through the masses

reached for her elbow 

 a strange face greeted me

with a sinking heart I apologized

I lost my Devil Girl

 

To be continued.

 

 

 

 

Devil Girl Diaries 6 – (Where Did She Go)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

the moving train rocked gently

Devil Girl moved back and forth

against the groin that pressed her bottom

causing a smile on construction workers face

I had enough of watching

muscle man and my Allie

do the subterranean lambada

the train pulled into the station

perfect time to move toward them

the doors opened

an elderly woman boarded

I slowly helped her to the nearest seat

my gaze returned to Allie

she was gone

my eyes darted from left to right

pushed through the crowded subway car

where could she be

the train door shut

my heart resembled jungle drums

I glanced out the window

there she was

talking to the construction brute

smiling at his words

nodding as he spoke

her skirt lifting in the air

the train pulled out of the station

into the dark tunnel 

You hurt me Devil Girl

You know the drill; to be continued.