Hi my name is Dominique, I'm 27 years old and i have always loved to write. Writing has always given me a sense of escape to my imagination and now i want to put a voice to that imagination and allow people to read inside my thoughts.
Dear mom, Firstly I would like to say how much I love you, I love you to the moon and back and there is nothing that I wouldn't do for you. I am writing you this letter to say HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Yet, I have a few things that I need to confess to you.
The basement and the witch
He sits in the corner, waiting to be found. But will anyone ever find him? He doesn't think so. Corners around him, tied up, blindfolded. What will he do? So far nothing, he assesses his situation, breathes in deeply. A musty, dank smell of a basement surrounds him. He tries to loosen the ties binding him and they don't budge. Whoever has him there wants him to stay there and badly. But what do they want from him? To murder him, to get money from him...to fuck him? He laughs at the last suggestion, for it is the most ridiculous, so he thinks. He hears footsteps from above, followed by screaming, then laughing. Suddenly there is silence and then after a few moments, a hard thud hits the floor. He then hears footsteps above him and is still pondering his where why he is here, and what his captors want of him. The footsteps stop for a few seconds. He then hears a door slowly creaking open and the slow, methodical thud, thud, thud of boots hitting wood, slowly descending the stairs to the basement he is locked in, tied up in, waiting for his encumbered fate. He knows what is about to happen to him as the footsteps get nearer and nearer. The footsteps stop in front of him. There is a moment of silence and heavy breathing. "What do you want?!" He finally yells at the captor. He can feel the person smiling at him, then female laughter blows into his ears, cackling, witch-like. silence. suddenly hot breath touches his neck. "Oh I think you know what I want." A woman whisperers into his ear. Panic rises into him and suddenly....he loses consciousness.
Listen to my story please
I used to be a mess, but now a passionate mess. I used to regress and tried so hard to repress the feelings, then you gave me test and I felt myself confess that I know you know me best and it's time to invest. My time. My heart. My soul. Twards you I feel a pull. I'm afraid to look like a fool but I must confess. I used to be a mess but through this test you make me a passionate mess. I don't want to regress, don't want to repress, this I must confess and this I must invest. I know you know me best... To have serenity is to be at peace and to be at peace is to feel securely calm. God grants me the peace to accept my serenity and to remain calm...The rain cleanses the earth like my tears cleans my soul but don't be fooled because I still feel hurt. This pain will pass as the water hits my grass. Once the storm is over, you will see through my glass.. Now I am going to tell you a story and I hope some of you can relate, I moved out at seventeen years old with someone I thought I loved, that love slowly turned into hatred and despise, then loathing as he used, abused and rediculed my every action. He tore me down to pieces mentally, physically and emotionally. Most important of all spiritually. I was with him for more than ten years and the abuse just got worse and worse. As time moved on I realized that I deserved better, no one deserves the treatment those kinds of monsters create upon an unsuspecting person. I was younger and nieve. I did leave him briefly but made a bad Choice by going back to him, a few months later I was pregnant with my first child and the person I thought I loved became worse and worse. A year later and I had two kids that were one year and two days apart. The abuse and addiction got worse for both of us. We lost our kids to foster care but I fought tooth and nail to get them back, and e did but their father did not. I was granted full custody and now live with my family desperately trying to rebuild my life, I hope some of you can relate to the struggle I have gone through, years later October 21st 2018 my sister passed away from drug overdose. My children's father did nothing but call her names and speak I'll of her even though he knew I was mourning. I couldn't take it anymore and finally completely separated from him. I am now a full time single mom that works in the fast food industry but I still don't make enough money. I signed up for an account called Manyvids.com it's similar to only fans, I absolutely love writing on here and all of you authors are wonderful, I will be posting more stories soon thst I hope you'll enjoy. Until then I ask for your help please support my account on many vids.com I would really appreciate it and it would help a lot, or please read some of my stories that I have created, I'm sure you will love them and any support is greatly appreciated, thank you. If you wish to support me here or on manyvids I will be so extremely grateful, thank you for your time, @Feanova2 in the MV Contest MV and Chill Contest @manyvids http://Feanova.manyvids.com/contest/4965 $50 paid votes get 30 min custom vid, $100 paid votes get 1hour custom vid and $1000 paid votes get 145 of my videos all of my kinky pictures + 30 min custom vid + I go live you control me
I give up, like what the fuck. How about that luck? I gave you my cup and I hoped that you would fill it up but here I sit left in the muck. I just feel so stuck so will you hit me with your truck? I don't like this feeling, it has me reeling. Every second I end up stealing doesn't matter anymore. So what the fuck, I'll drop my cup, I'll give up, I'm fucking stuck in the muck so go ahead and hit me with your fucking truck.
Emotions from within
I used to be a mess but now I'm a passionate mess. Used to regress and tried so hard to repress. Then you gave me a test and I felt myself confess that I know you know me best and it's time to invest my time, my heart, my soul. Towards you, I feel a pull. I'm afraid to look like a fool but I must confess that I used to be a mess but through this test, you now make me a passionate mess. I don't want to regress, don't want to repress. This I must invest, I know you know me best.
I open my eyes and the light shines in. The light exposes all of my sins and shatters away what the darkness began. It was starting to fester in my head, it wanted to take over all of my being. My soul, body, and mind no longer have their binds and when the light shined in what there was to find was simple in comparison to what made me dark. I knew in my heart that there used to be something sharp stuck in my heart. Now the light shines in exposing all of my sins. All of my kin know now and I used to bow but now I vow that it doesn't bother me when they look into my eyes. What will they see inside of me? I don't know what they see and I don't care what they see when all I can be is the best version of me. When I open my eyes and the light shines in exposing all of my sins to my kin, I feel like I finally win in this game we call life, there is no more strife, no more air squeezing tight in my chest when I know you know me best. I used to jest all the time to loosen the bind I had to you. You were always in my view and I still miss you too but the darkness left is few because the light shines in and now I win this best version of me is to be kind, beautiful, sincere. I see it in my view and soon you will too. So I open my eyes and light shines in, there is no more tin and I have grown a fin. Like a mermaid, I will swim the ocean and go with all of life's motions. I drink my own potion and rub my body with my own lotion because life is beautiful and bright when in comes the light.
Who am I
Looking into my eyes I see the stars and the galaxies. If you look deep enough into the mirror the vision of yourself can become distorted. At least that is what I see. All around me becomes black and begins to fade away and all I see left are my eyes. But, are they MY eyes? Whose eyes do I really look into when I look into the mirror. As all you see are eyes you look even deeper. You can see the irises, the colors and the pupils. Looking deeply the irises in your eyes become stars, the colors become colors in the galaxy and your pupils become black holes as you stare into the mirror.
I saw him arrive on July 30th, 2021. He is finally here were my first thoughts. My breath caught in my chest and the butterflies instantly fluttered in a rampant cluster fuck of emotions. The last night I saw him, the night he fingered me in detox July nineteenth all came flooding back to me. It felt like Ecstacy hit me seeing him, standing right in front of me. I've been sober for a couple of weeks now but this man is like a drug to me. Ugh! I want him so desperately bad.
I am sitting out back alone smoking a cigarette. I am six days sober today and I've been an alcoholic for several years and have finally admitted to myself that I can't keep living this way. It's been one year since I've had sex and I'm horny as hell. There's a few cute guys here but no one I would fuck. Ha.
I sit in silence as I watch you sleep. Your shallow breath slowly making your beautiful breasts rise and fall. I admire your long, wavy, chestnut hair. Flashes of the night before are coming to mind. My hands wrapped in your beautiful hair, pulling hard making you look up, elongating your neck and arching your back, thrusting your breasts in my face. Your perky nipples teasing my lips. I encircle one nipple with my tongue, then plunge forward, engulfing your breast in my mouth. I begin to suck generously, lapping on your sensitive skin while my hand pulls harder at your hair, forcing more of you into my mouth. I lick my lips at the memory and smile as I stare at your beautiful face, the morning sunbeams lightly touching your eyelashes. Your gorgeous eyes, dark brown, big, wide eyes with lucious, long eyelashes, long and dark. Suddenly I remember those big curious eyes staring up at me as you sucked my cock last night. Your delicate hands cupping my balls as you open your mouth wide to me and envelope my rock hard cock into your mouth. Up and down your suck, swallowing me whole. You stare up at me while you suck my cock and tease the tip, swirling your tongue around it. Your hands lightly squeeze my balls, your eyes staring into mine, almost daring, and your plunge forward sucking fast and hard, never letting go of my balls and never breaking eye contact until I came in your mouth. Once I came you still stared up at me as I filled your mouth, then you swallowed and continued to suck more, making me hard again and oh so desperate for another release. Looking into your eyes is like looking into the cosmic universe. Always wondering and always wanting more. I grab my cock as it grows hard for the memory and adjust myself. You feel my movement and stir in your sleep turning over and now I'm faced with the glorious image of your perfect behind. The memories flood back again, I'm on top of you, your on your hands and knees in doggy style, and I'm fucking you fast and hard from behind. Your ass bounces against my cock in rhythmic motions, fast and hard. Your moans and squeals ring through my ears as it is in tune with the slapping noise of my balls against your pussy. slap, slap, slap, oh, oh, oh. Mmmmh the memory is so sweet it makes my mouth water. In your sleep, you raise your leg slightly and bend a bit more and then I get the view of your amazing pussy. Nice and shaves, so smooth and tight. The memory is so good and I am so hard for you, my darling. I move the blankets off of you and lay my body on top of yours. Nuzzling my nose to the back of your neck, breathing in deeply your scent. I nip lightly at your ear and stir you awake as I press my erection against your pussy. Your moan and arch upward for me as I slam myself hard into you. You scream from the shock but begin to moan immediately. Your face against the pillows, your arch your ass up completely for me, throwing your hands backward you yell, spank me! I do as you tell me and then grab your arms pulling back on you. You arch up a bit more and I am slamming into you G-spot over and over, your moans turn into orgasmic screams as I slam your G-spot. I keep going until you cum earth-shatteringly beautiful, ooohhhhh! Then I cum and fill your pussy to the brim. I stay there until my cum begins to leak out of your pussyGasping for air, we lay next to each other and I stare into your beautiful big eyes once more. I kiss you and say, Good morning my love