He burst into the house
like a man on a mission
his mouth watered for her sex
with the most primal of urge
She was glad his trip ended
a week apart drove her insane
she needed his manhood
to relieve her wet desires
First he yanked off her jeans
pinned her face to the wall
smacked her bare ass
pulled on her silky tresses
She glowed with delight
his violent thrusts left her shaken
he knew she didn’t want love
tonight she needed to be taken
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
Blindfolded
Heart beat drowned out sounds
Stripped down to boxers
What the hell were they planning?
Breathing rushed
Bound to dining room chair
The quiet shut of the door
Soft hands grab my cheeks
Full lips kiss my mouth
Her sweet lips
Allie what is going on?
She ripped the blindfold off
With a control she opened the drapes
Moonlight seeped in
Her heels clicked on the floor
As she headed for the window
She wore my favorite outfit
heels and her birthday suit
Which went well with anything
A click of another remote
Set music playing
her hips swaying
She danced for me
As her fingers danced along her skin
Anger seeped out of my pores
Like sweat on a summer day
Every move, every gyration hypnotic
I should be furious
But my body betrayed me
She came to me
Sank on my hardness
I gasped
Beyond her slender shoulder
Windows were occupied
With curious observers
Sigh
Whatever happened to privacy Devil Girl?
See ya next week
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
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
The Lonely Author 