Fear thy Geekiness
He tied me up and watched me in those glasses,
That smirk, that hunger, that belonging,
He stripped me and watched my nudity,
He examined me like a scientist his experiment.
“what the fuck do you want?” I lashed out and watched us he put a finger on my lip to shush me,
“You are feisty, you call on the freak within me and I can’t disobey it”
I spat on his face and wish I could slap that smirk off his face,
“That attitude will get you fucked”
Why was my body betraying my anger,
I hated that he had me tied up but my mind wanted to explore his geekiness,
How far did it go?
How fast I can ride and slow,
He patted me and stuck his finger in me,
Happy at how squishy and warm it felt being in me,
He was lost with just a finger thrust,
My lips just gave way to moans,
His member up and his groans,
If only I could go free from these ropes,
I was tied to his bed and he was touching me in ways I hadn’t been in so long,
My body called for him,
The smell of sex around us was strong and eager to be explored.
He kissed my pussy lips and trailed his tongue along it,
Such an Art this was!
He pinched my nipples and butt,
“To be honest, I won’t go soft on you”
“What happened to all the nerdy talks?”
He looked at me and those eyes glowed.
It bore deep and his anger for me was visible,
We could do this all night, only if it is incredible.
He was willing to impress me,
The freaks hide behind innocence and glasses,
They hide behind long hours of books and studying who could handle the freaks they are,
Who could understand all they were without judging them,
I saw it coming with the constant tease I pulled on him,
But never did I dream he was a sadist.
With every moan and tear that made him smile more,
The harder he got and was pulled over the edge.
“Just have your way already!” my body couldn’t handle the torture anymore.
He smiled and something sinister lurked in his head,
A horn between his legs,
My scream and moan filled every part of his room.
He stroked so hard waiting for me to cave and my flower to bloom.
No! I wasn’t sore, I hated being controlled and wanted to take over,
That Selfish bastard!
No fellatio, just unending torture for me.
He was beautiful but a dangerous beauty.
“I own you, this body is mine!” he was dominating me,
Sexual dominance!
I disagreed with him and he bit so hard on my nipple,
Told me no one else had a chance with me,
“I will come in many forms, years and years, every time you’ll love only me!”
“You are cursed by me!”
As stupid as it sounded or felt, he had cast a spell,
Binding him to me forever.
From then He came in the form of innocence, geekiness, virginity, quiet and very collected.
And more importantly, He always came to stroke my pervert, tickle her and claim her..
My geeky freak!
