this isnt for anyone else other than me, but if you find yourself here, feel free to read. maybe it'll help you like it will help me, hopefully. this is for my mental health and to express my feelings, if you don't want to know what I'm thinking, leave. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- -trigger warning, I talk about depression, suicide, etc.

pain and electricity and moments i can't forget

Every poem is a part of my memory... Read with me to follow my story

Elizabeth Bell can't escape her past. No matter what she does: changing her name or her looks. It's her handsome ex-husbands face on a magazine that haunts her every day. The nightmares of her past continue to torment her, and it gets worse when she comes face to face with the devil himself. -------------------- "You don't have a girlfriend right now." "That's right," Blake said sounding bored. "Everyone is wondering if that's because you aren't over your ex-wife, Elizabeth Bell." When he said that I froze. The last thing I wanted from this interview was for him to bring up my past life. Although I changed my name to Rose Matthews, I still freeze every time someone mentions that name. I try so hard to forget my past before I was Rose but when you have so many people constantly bringing it up you can't escape it. Blake's answer brought me back to the present. "No! Honestly, I was glad to be out of that marriage. It was a burden, constantly having to be married to her. I don't have a girlfriend because I want to be able to enjoy the single life for a while. Since I was tied to someone for so long, I just want to have some freedom in my life." He said honestly. I felt France and Jay each grab my hand. I felt my heart break again. I didn't think that was possible. My heart is already broken into a million pieces and somehow he was able to break it even more... ---------------------- Can Elizabeth and Blake learn to love each other again? Or will their past catch up to them?

**CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN DISCRETION!** Bessie is a whore working the brothel in 18th century London. When she comes into a lot of money thanks to Cherry, the owner of the place, she flees the big city in search of a new and better life, far away. But when a deadly, yet irresistibly sexy wanted criminal gets her entangled in a world of trouble, she finds herself not only falling to her knees at his feet... literally, but also escaping the country with a hefty reward on head. Along the way she has to face many dangers and obstacles, but will it all be worth it in the end, or will her rogue turn out to have a much darker and disturbing background than he led her to believe? *** This book is not full of descriptions of her life as a whore. The main sexual scenes are between my two main characters. All sex in this book is consensual. Enjoy ;) *** © 2017 by GenevieveUK

"Look, stop. I am your senior, you know that. Leo will kill you. Stop right now." He didn't stop as he kept moving closer and she shrieked as he covered the distance and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I said stop!" I tried to push him away but he overpowered me. My heart beat accelerated and I felt scared, I really did. But then I tried to remind myself that he was just a junior and pushed him again and in the process managed to slap him and immediately regretted it. I didn't mean to slap him, really I didn't. "You know what? I think you should go. I will wait near the bike." I smiled awkwardly. His gaze didn't move from mine. "You messed with the wrong guy, Karen." --> Updated daily.

"That's all you got?" "I didn't even start and you are already breaking sweat." I smirked. He didn't look amused but suddenly had a smug smile on his face. "Who hired you perrita? You can't even make a man want you. What good is a woman who can't even make a man want her?" He smiled and opened his legs wider, inviting me. And I did accept his invitation. I moved towards him and glided myself down the floor, till my face was in between his legs. I trailed my arms from his thighs as I slowly got up and slightly touched his erection, not once leaving eye contact. And then I rose up completely and watched with satisfaction as his jaw twitched slightly. It looked like he was trying to control himself and I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. "A little excited, are we?" I couldn't smile but snicker at his expression. He gritted his teeth and his jaw clenched. For just a second, he closed his eyes and then when he opened them again, they were void of any emotion. *Content Warning : Adult stuff & lots of smut! 18+ only* All Rights Reserved. Copyright © FastAndDeep 2016

#22 Romance on 18/02/2016 He watched her with hawk like eyes and she shivered in both fear and excitement. This was wrong on so many levels but it was tempting. She couldn't stop herself. "Come on Veronica. It's just me. Remove your shirt." He ordered in that low, masculine tone of his. Shyly, she raised her arms up and pulled the shirt slowly up her skin. She heard him groan and that made hot waves of pleasure run throughout her body and then finally in between her legs, making her clench her thighs tighter. --} Updated dailly *Content Warning : Adult content! Lots of &mut! Stop right here if you don't read that stuff!* Copyright © FastAndDeep 2016 All Rights Reserved. Cover by @BrainNemesis

MATURE CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ✓ DAILY UPDATES ~~ "Alright, Luke. Let's play your game. But remember, this stays between us," Layla said, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. Luke's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he moved even closer, their bodies now almost touching. "Of course, Layla. Our little secret," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her skin. Luke leaned closer, his warm breath caressing her ear as he whispered, "I'll go first. But remember, Layla, once we start, there's no turning back." Her mind teetered on the edge of reason and desire. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Okay, let's play." With a devilish grin, Luke began, his voice dripping with a seductive allure that sent shivers down her spine. "I've always fantasized about taking control, binding someone's hands and blindfolding them, and then teasing their body until they beg for release." Layla's eyes widened, her imagination conjuring vivid images of Luke's words. She felt a surge of heat between her thighs, aching for the touch and dominance he described. This was dangerous territory, and she was teetering on the edge. ~~ 18 + ONLY Copyright © FastAndDeep 2018 All Rights Reserved.

Carlos Larves, he was the king of romancing (well in his head, he was). He knew how to trigger your self-control and he relished on your discomfort. He gave pleasure, the right amount of passion and if necessary there'd be just an ounce of pain. Carlos, he called himself the inducer. And for him Tori was simple. He wanted her beyond compare that no one else would understand because she wasn't just one of his usual conquests but so much more. She was different and he wanted her to feel what he could do before anything else. Tori Battes, she was a simple college student living in California who came from a small town in Tennessee. She needed a work when she decided she wanted to go on her own and when she finally got a work as a housekeeper, she didn't know she would be in the house of this so called "inducer" with a twist of an oblivious past history. There was a secret behind Carlos that she didn't even know to begin with, it was something she would have to find out but not until Carlos fucked with her mental stability first. Let's journey with them. NB: this story is intended for audiences 18+ years or older, but if you think this story would stimulate you, go ahead.