Karen Shelton
Bio
I'm a writing nut and enjoy exploring all genres of writing. Poetry, short stories, fantasy, adventure, romantic, erotica and role playing games, etc. I love to push the boundaries and am open and honest trying to stimulate the reader.
Stories (7/0)
The Quarry (part one)
Quietly I sit perched high above the ground watching, waiting, patient. Knowing if I wait long enough you’ll come to me. I know I’ve left a trail, albiet a false one, but still close enough that my quarry will pass by my location unaware that I’m above watching, biding my time... waiting for the moment when you are most vulnerable. When you feel you guaranteed a successful capture. However, as usual you’ve underestimated me and you are going to pay dearly for that mistake.
By Karen Shelton2 years ago in Filthy
The Quarry... (Part One)
Quietly I sit perched high above the ground watching, waiting, patient. Knowing if I wait long enough you’ll come to me. I know I’ve left a trail, albeit a false one, but still close enough that my quarry will pass by my location unaware that I’m above watching, biding my time... waiting for the moment when you are most vulnerable. When you feel you guaranteed a successful capture. However, as usual you’ve underestimated me and you are going to pay dearly for that mistake.
By Karen Shelton3 years ago in Filthy
My Secret Lover...
MY SECRET LOVER The way we met was so unusual. I went to Books A Million to look for books, which I can spend hours looking through. I was searching for a book on the erotic artist Soyarama, whom I absolutely love. But I was unable to find anything so I went to the help counter and who appeared, but a sweet doe eyed pixie with beautiful eyes and a kewpy doll mouth. I asked about the book and she checked her computer saying they didn’t have it in stock but could order it for me. Since I don’t live in Brunswick I said no, I’d order it local. She asked what kind of book it was and I said he’s an erotic artist and described my favorite picture to her. She then pulled out her favorite “erotic art” book from behind the counter and we began to page through the book. Our conversation flowed so easily and we both seemed very comfortable After finishing looking through the book we talked freely about other things. I asked if she liked poetry and she said yes. So I asked her if she’s ever hear of Punany Poetry and she squealed yes, she’d seen it on “Real Sex on HBO”. We talked about a couple of our favorite episodes and then she asked if I ever heard of the Suicide Girls - I said oh yeah I love them. She told me that she wanted to be one and I said so did I. Now mind you they are very different - in order to become one you have to have either and/or tattoos and piercings. They do pictures and have a traveling erotic show - to which she asked if I ever wanted to go and of course I said yes. I started to show her my tattoos and she came around the counter to show me hers and we talked about our piercing’s and it was just amazing. She loved, what she called, “my garden of Eden” on my left leg. That’s when she asked for my number and quickly gave me hers (plus we exchanged e-mail addresses).
By Karen Shelton3 years ago in Filthy
The Gnarled Old Tree...
GNARLED OLD TREE... by SweetAngelsHalo A lone tree stands in the distance his thick arms reaching to the sky strong inside but getting old I walk along the path and rest my head in his lap gently I feel his branches bend to take ahold me picking me up I can still feel his heart beating strong within his old, gnarled wood I curl up in his branches as he says to my heart rest now sweet child I'm here and will watch over you a deep rumbling vibration fills my head as he begins to sing songs of old long forgotten by man but remembered of the earth I close my eyes, content safe for the first time ever he shades me from the dying sun and as the cool of the night comes on he keeps me warm the moon rises full and he lifts his eyes to sing the praises of the night for another day lived and a young girls love I stay with him for days and he teaches me the stories of old and passes along wisdom no one seems to care about anymore each day we talk and each night he holds me tight teaching his songs to me watching over me swaying gently in the breeze we watch the passage of time together seasons change long nights and days no one but us two I stroke his bark as I would my lovers face and he holds me tight like a lover should we share a passion greater than has ever been before for it goes beyond the flesh to the depths of the earth the depths of the soul we see each others beauty I no longer see the gnarled wood but see strength and wisdom he sees not a shy hurt little girl but a lithe green-eyed beauty matured beyond her years but still innocent as a child both of us open to the world open to each other no greater love has there or will there ever be than between me and my Gnarled Old Tree...
By Karen Shelton3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the Surface...
I know You’ve seen me, but You’ve only seen the surface... I am a deep cooling lake... But also part of the bustling stream and rushing river, winding through the mountains... Touching all aspects of life contributing to the beauty, embracing life, nurturing the seedlings and cleansing the soul of the world I see both the roots and the trees. I see the new babies and the old owl. I hear the voices and sing the songs. I am the World, but I am also always new and fresh. There are depths to me that you can never imagine, caves to explore. I can hear your words and heal your heart. I can wear you out and then refresh you. I can engulf you’re worries and leave you peaceful and relaxed.
By Karen Shelton3 years ago in Poets