Not So Innocent

Metaphorical Poems of Lust, Hope, and Desire

                                                                                        Cassidy

     Sleep may only claim her after a cup of glistening desire, relentless pounding lust between her gentle thighs. As she drinks her tea, painless thoughts of torture and fire fill her mind. Deep breaths fill her lungs as she fights the urge to let out a cry, Not the cry of pain or anger, but a cry of what can only be called lust. Mindlessly her hand strays from her cup of tea, only when a sigh of relief escapes her lips does she realize where her hands had strayed too. Giving in to her craving she slowly circles her finger around her aroused clit, allowing another sigh of relief and pleasure to escape her bruised and bitten lips. She could no longer hold onto the frustration that was now causing a waterfall between her thighs.

     As her fingers circle her sensitive clit she sets her mug down on the table on her balcony. She lets the fear of being caught turn to more excitement as she leans back in her chair while she starts sliding a finger slowly inside her soaked pussy. Her body arches upward with pleasure aching for more as she slides deeper in. Her free hand tugs the rubber band from her messy, long brunette hair, as it begins to fall a slight moan escapes her lips from the pleasure the tug on her hair brings. A beating sensation between her wet thighs sends chills through her body. A knock on her front door causes her to jump and instantly her frustration is back, biting at her raw lip she smoothes her hair down and goes inside to answer the door.

     Looking through the peephole in her apartment door she sees her best friend Daniel waiting patiently. She runs her hand through her hair once more before unlocking the door, realizing her hands smelled like her a small ball of panic rose in her throat. Trying to swallow she feels even more excited at the smell of her fingers and debates on having a quick taste. She quickly shoves down the thought of asking Daniel if he wants a taste. Christ, Daniel is like a brother to her, not that she would know what that was like seeing as she was an only child. Daniel had been around since Cassidy was younger, now being 23 she didn't know how to see him as anything but family or did she...

     "Hey, what a surprise!" she squeals as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, genuinely excited to see him. He bends forward slightly to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in closer to his body. A sigh escapes her lips as she fights the moan of pleasure that threatens to spill out. Pulling away slightly to allow her head to clear she leaves her arms around his neck, "What're you doing here?" she asks.

     His hands are rested gently on her hips but he takes a slight step backward, "I got back in town a few hours ago and after settling in I wanted to come see you. Well, once mom let me leave the house." he says with a smile that makes her heart skip a beat. 

     "How long are you here for this time?" She asks almost afraid to hear the answer. "Is it two weeks again, or a few days?" She always feels empty when he leaves again, but she does everything she can to be supportive of him being a marine. When he had told her he was reenlisting after his term was over it broke her heart but she would never let him know that.

     He takes a step closer to her and pulls her back against him, making her head spin and her heart beat between her thighs again. sighing he says "Actually, I'm back for good this time." She jolts back putting her hands on his chest. "Wait." he says as he loosens his grip slightly "Let me explain before you go all freak mode on me C."

    She felt a wave of relief when he said he was staying, the storm between her thighs calmed down with her relief. Along with her relief came a flood of worry, panic arose as a million pictures of possible reasons flashed through her mind, none of them good. "Are you hurt? Is mom and dad okay? Did something happen to May?"