Souls

Rain strikes upon the glass
Wind howls throughout the room

My essence departs
Along the gusts it rides
Yours it seeks
Together again they join

The passage of time is not relevant
The distance between us is erased
The realities of life which separate us are no longer tangible

Our souls again are entangled
Our souls no longer cry out into the void
Our souls are together as they have always been
Our souls are one with the other – never and forever

A Father

© 2017

by Scono Sciuto

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No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

Printed in the United States of America.

 

This tale is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s extremely vivid, and at time disturbing, imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

 A Father

by Scono Sciuto

It is so close to the date, yet, your desire will not be denied. We make love, unbridled is our passion. To unimagined climax, we bring each other.

Behind closed lids, your beautiful eyes are now hidden. I lay next to you. My hand, upon the outline of our child. Eager to see the world, he presses against your belly. I kiss your cheek. My love, I proclaim. I am with my family.

We are not asleep long.

A contraction wakes you.

You feel a pop, then a trickle.

It is time. We rush to your house. When we are near, you phone your sister. Within the hour, she will be there.

I am like a kid on Christmas morning. I have never felt such joy. I have never been so happy. A life, one created by our love, will soon be here.

My breathing is rapid.

Our son is coming.

My heart races.

We near your home. Your contractions continue. Less than ten minutes after the last, arrives the next.

Your face turns sad.  As you place the next call, you tell me you love me. My excitation dims. At his work, your husband’s phone rings.

Of paternity, he is unaware. I am the father. However, he remains, your husband. My joy is gone, in its place, despair.

It is he, who will witness the birth of my son.

It is he, who will hold him when our son breathes his first.

It is he, who will sit next to you, to share the advent of the life which we created.

I stop in front of your house. There is little time. You aren’t sure when next we will speak. I reassure you, all is fine. Before darting from the car, you tell me you love me and kiss me. As I pull away, the headlights of your sister’s car greet me.

To the hospital, I hurry. I observe you arrive, close behind, so does he. Blissfully blind to the truth, in he rushes.

I leave. For hours, I drive. I am not by your side. I am not there to hold your hand. I am not there to tell you to push. I am not there to wipe the sweat from your brow or tears from your cheek.

I don’t know how you are doing. I don’t know if you have yet given birth. I don’t know if our son has seen his first sight.

What I do know —

It is he, who our son will cry out for in the night.

It is he, who our son will consider his father.

It is he, who my son will call daddy.

Unexpected and unplanned, but not unwelcomed, was his conception. You attempted to leave, but each time you tried, unforeseen events prevented you. Tears fill my eyes.

I will never know my son.

It is that truth, which leads me to the revolver.

It is that truth, I mutter as I press the barrel to my head

It is that truth, I repeat over and over, as I cock the hammer.

It is that truth, the last words I speak, before the explosion echoes.

 

The End

  

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A Weekend Of Lustful Play

acjass1It is your birthday. I give you a gift, one that admittedly is more for me than you. A pair of thong underwear.

You are fifty-the orgininal wildone years old and have never worn them. You thought they would be uncomfortable.

I offer to take them back. You say no. You lift your skirt and remove your current under garment. You hold it up for a moment, allowing me to gaze the most luscious pussy I have ever seen.

You open each leg of the green apparel. You pull it up your calves, up your incredible thighs and then finally up to your waist. You pull on the cloth that is nestled within your cheeks.

It doesn’t feel that bad you tell me. You hold your skirt up and slowly turn around asking me what I think.

You are a vision. So perfect. I have waited so many years to be with you, each day I have to remind myself of how lucky I am.

gh1 - Copy1I run my hands up your legs. I caress the flesh of your upper thigh.  My hand finds the string like material. I bend you over the couch and open your cheeks. I stare at the satin fabric as it rubs against the inside of your cheeks. Your asshole is looking back at me, barely concealed. For the first time ever, I lower my head, and with the fabric still in place I tongue your hole. You react my bending further forward, inviting me to continue.

For the better part of the next hour I work my mouth around your entire backside. The perfect shape that many men, and women, have admired over the years was now mine. Mine to give attention, mine to care for, mine to worship.

embrace the wild

Your moans only stop for a moment and they are to utter but three words. “Fuck me hard.”

I slide the fabric to the side and enter you. Immediately, with all of my might, I push myself within. The wet material rubs against my cock as I penetrate you with more force and more vigor than ever had I in the past. As much as I want this to last, I am too excited, too far gone, and within mere moments my come fills you.

My fluid flows from you, and without hesitation, I resume my old positon and start licking your ass and pussy. In no time, I am ready to take you again. This time it isn’t over as quickly. My balls hit your clit with each forward thrust. You start to scream; you tell me you are coming. You command me not to stop.

As your body shutters, I fuck you through your orgasm. The shuttering of your snatch Embrace The Wild Fantasiesadds to the friction we are generating, soon, I fill you once again.

My cock slides out. So hot is the sight of my come oozing from your insides, soaking your birthday gift, that only a little of it rigidity is lost.

You turn and take me in your mouth. You lick each bit of our passion, and then you rise to your feet and passionately our mouths intertwine.

We don’t leave your house for the entire weekend. How many times we share our passion, I can’t recall, but never, will I forget being with my goddess.

Why start steroids

Excerpt from Addiction Salvation

Chapter 6addiction salvation collage

I fought it for as long as I could, but after placing out of the top five, in a contest I would easily have won the year before, that which was holding be back, lost its grip. I called on one of the original gang. He had an underground reputation as being a brilliant steroid chemist. With no hesitation, he put me on a protocol. The first month was paid for with sex, but he made it very clear, that subsequently, cash would be the only accepted currency.

The drug expense wasn’t cheap, and even though I didn’t have health insurance, it wouldn’t have helped with these specific medications. To cover my drug costs, I added another two nights a week. The visible changes were not observable over night, but within about two weeks, my strength increased. I woke each morning with the strangest buzzing in my head, and wow, I had a bunch more energy.

My first cycle was to last eight weeks, but it wasn’t until the end that the changes were starting to show, so I opted to go for twelve. At the end of that first cycle, my shirt size jumped and my shorts hugged my thighs to the point of cutting off circulation.

In that short span of time, I was sure I was ready to go head to head with all but the best professionals. As instructed, I took one month off, and the hard-fought gains, while not completely gone, were notably diminished. I started my next cycle with a clear goal of competing when I was two weeks into cycling off.

I hit the gym two, sometimes three, times a day. I was having more time because there were some other physical changes with which the customers of my night job weren’t too pleased. A hoarse, raspy tone replaced my soft voice. Acne dotted my once smooth skin. Also, down below, my clit was blossoming a bit bigger. I told myself, these side effects, were only temporary. Besides, these few, supposed negatives, were nothing compared to the physical gains. At the end of the cycle, my muscles were larger than ever. Two weeks off the juice, combined with extreme dieting, left my muscles flat but oh so defined. The flatness was remedied with thirty-six hours of carbing up. I walked on the stage, and there was very little doubt as to who was going to be the winner.

To my surprise — it was not my hands cradling the first-place trophy. I took second. While not a complete victory, it was enough to earn my pro card.

My friend had talked to one of the judges. It was then I discovered that I had neglected an important part of my anatomy — I didn’t have breast implants.

The fucking feminine guideline!

Our chemically enhanced physiques had allowed us to gain so much more muscle mass, that without fake tits, and what remained of, for some of us, our normal curves — the only thing that distinguished many of the women from the lower weight class men, was a bikini top and a camel toe instead of a bulge in our bottoms.

Addiction Salvation

In His Arms – I Embrace The Wild

In His arms, the night comes not alone.wildsdslate

In His arms, I come not alone.

In His arms, I feel more than safety.

In His arms, I actually feel.

In His arms, I become the woman I am.

In His arms, I am a vamp.

In His arms, I feel passion.

In His arms, I am powerfully passionate.

In His arms, my desires are fulfilled.

In His arms, I am unadulterated desire.

In His arms, my body feels erotic.

Embrace The Wild Fantasies

In His arms, I am pure erotica.

In His arms,  I feel lust and love.

In His arms, I am both lust and love.

In His arms, I hunger for raw and unbridled sex.

In His arms, I am raw and unbridled sex.

In His arms, The Wild Embraces me.

In His arms, completely, I Embraced The Wild

Angelic Adultery

angelic adulteryShe tells me she knows it isn’t logical, but she loves me. She is in my arms. The Angel is quivering. The vibrations from within are conveying impulses. I am still so turned on. I want to move her. I want to thrust into her. But right now, she is here, in my embrace, still coming.

I tell her the same.

She says I don’t need to just say that.

I tell her I feel it, I have felt it for so long, I don’t understand it, but I don’t care.

Softly, she kisses me and says again, she loves me.

She asks me if I am going to take her now.

I tell her that I want to make love to her.

She tells me she wants me to fuck her. 

Who am I to argue with an Angel?