Devil Girl Diaries
Every man has that one unforgettable female that will haunt him until the end of time; the chick that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. My muse had a nickname. Devil Girl I called her. My name is Andrew. This is our story.
Determined to explore the depths of sexuality
Devil Girl took me to heights I had never known
our exploits began on a sunny day at a mall
returning from the ladies room
she jammed her wet red thong in my hand
the act left me trembling like a frightened deer
her short skirt threatened to expose
the sweet treasure I refused to share
the image of her bare ass caught my breath
teasing, taunting, and provoking me
she strutted away in high heels
intoxicated by her swaying skirt
my heart pounded against my ribs
devoid of saliva thirst overwhelmed me
Devil girl slinked into the food court
sat across a ravenous construction crew
before I could beg my nymph to stop
her beautiful pale legs parted slightly
exposing the paradise that was only mine
my life would never be the same
More Devil Girl Diaries next Saturday
The Lonely Author 