Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

What You Made Me Do

Mother, May I By Marianna Tomaselli

Lost in the way you stare into my eyes

I stumble over my left foot

My cheeks immediately turn red and my armpits are wet

Somehow, my panties are too

The smirk on your face was confirmation that you like to see me in distress

I reminded myself 10 times white jeans were a mistake

But, for some reason you convinced me

except, you weren’t even present

The red wine you bought was visible on my crotch

resembling a period stain

She demanded that I remove my jeans and she would replace them

What she came down with was not what she promised

As if she promised anything at all

My heart began to pound loudly

I was afraid she would hear

Hands began to feel clammy

I was hoping she wouldn’t ask for my hand

Yet, she asked for both

She directed me to her cold floor

where I slowly planted my knees on, firmly

This replacement was much better than I’d imagine

It looked a lot bigger from down here

She demanded I that I make it disappear, so I did.

That night, I left with more than a fantasy.

Author:

How's it going? Welcome to my first ever blog. My name is Angelique, no I do not speak French fluently, but I wish I could. I am from Chicago, Illinois and I love to write about pretty much everything. I created this blog because I am extremely bad at writing in my journals, so I thought it’d be a great idea to create a blog and give myself the opportunity to challenge myself by exposing who I am to complete strangers. I also created this blog to connect with other writers and introverts like myself. I love the idea of creating a space for people who struggle with expressing themselves, but find themselves in other peoples writing. With that being said, thanks for vising my blog and don't hesitate to reach out.

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