I Hate You - Sex Stories

I Hate You

I hate you, All who are like you. So, I keep you close In view Because that’s where enemies belong. That way I can watch The clarity of deep green eyes, Pupils that dilate and narrow With the subtle shift of your smile. I shall not be mesmerized By the quality of your laugh That echoes, The vibration of which Is feathery Like the warmth of your breath, The effortless touch Of your finger’s tip Traveling down my spine. You have an arsenal full Of mere distractions I must stay aware of --Like the fullness of those lips, Moist with the promise Of possible… Mendacities. I will not miss a single extrapolation A word, A letter, A sound That may drip from their perfection. I will not think about The tip of my tongue Reaching out to taste The sweetness… Of what could be lies. I will ignore my own palpitations When, As a last resort, You focus on me, Having failed to lure me in Inadvertently As you do the rest. I shall not be played with Like a toy, Some doll for you to poke At leisure, For you to take your time with, To tease, To nibble, To handle with practiced expertise As you hover over my flesh. Even when thoughts of you Invade my sleep And I find my hand Between my thighs With a finger moving rapidly Across a nub soaked in wet heat, I will force myself to stand my ground. When I arch my back And grip my own breast, Squeezing, Nipples thick, Hard and aching, Tortured by the thought of you, I will ...

... not call out your name In surrender. I hate you Will slip between gritted teeth. I’ll fight this feeling I have no words for, This foreign invasion of the senses That you have evoked Within me With your plotting. On the edge of consciousness, I will catch my breath, Fighting my own body’s weaknesses --Only to fail. My thighs shaking With each repeated jolt Of pure pleasure, A rapture That creeps to conclusion, Leaving tears in my eyes, My naked body glistening With my own sweat And needing more. How can I be so brazen, Battling images Of how your muscles Must lengthen and harden With each movement When you are bare, As you approach me? I hate you, I whisper in silence And expectation, Especially on days like this, A Valentine’s, When people create a mood, Mimic intention To not be alone. You step away from your admirers, Release voluntary captives, Pulling deep from within your armory Once more, This last weapon. I brace myself For battle. But my body already knows How my mind lies And now I am in the trenches. There are no more prayers of denial. You make your request. And, I promise myself To maybe hate you Next time. **** ©AvrgBlkGrl, 2015. No part of this material may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical, electronic, or used in any other fashion without the express prior written permission of the owner. This manuscript is specifically written for Lush Stories.