Rated R or MA - explicit material

This was written by myself when I was in college- It is a bit explicit and reads somewhat like a romance novel - so beware!

A Valentine Fantasy Worth Waiting For  by Lory Atchley

It starts with a slow dance in a dimly lit room. Their bodies pressing gently against each other as their hearts beat simultaneously. Their hands interlock as they dance slowly around the room. He tilt his head towards hers as their lips part and gently touch. Their tongues find each other and wrestle roughly. As he pulls away from the most passionate kiss she's ever known his eyes discover every inch of her body. Then his hands do the same, gently caressing each curve as they go by. Her arms wrap around his sturdy body and he lifts her into his arms as if to carry her over a threshold. He take her to the bed where he lays her down softly. His eyes stare into hers like a lion to his mate telling her that he dominates her. She lies there waiting for his next move as she begins to perspire in suspense. His hand cradles her head and his fingers spread through her hair lifting his face to hers. The long hard kiss assures her that he is in complete control. He begins to kiss her neck, slowly moving down to her breast. His tongue circles her nipples teasingly and then moves towards her abdomen kissing farther and farther down until his tongue slides in between the lips of her vagina. He excites her with great ease. As she begins to twitch and jerk her hands reach for him trying to pull him closer to her. When he feels she is about to explode he comes closer laughing softly. His next kiss carries her away as his body presses against hers to hold her down. Again he nibbles at her neck and licks her breast for what seems like forever. Finally he penetrates her body with his hardness. The sex goes on until neither can barely move or breath.

The next morning they awake in each others arms. As she rises from the bed he drifts back to sleep until the aroma of french toast and bacon fills the air. As he lift himself from bed she enters the room wearing only the negligee he bought her for Valentines day. She carries a plate full of food for them to share. After breakfast they find themselves in the shower making love once again.

Share Poetry #2 & #3

Remember this is old, written by myself yes, but many years ago- I really don't understand some of the stuff I wrote

Alone by Lory Atchley (using name Sarah M)

Alone so much
I cannot see
What's right or wrong
Or in between
I hear the screams
From solitude
I hope so much
It's just a mood
The sad sad songs
That make me cry
Hold the words
That make me lie
I hope and pray
To stay alive

Untitled by Lory Atchley

The wonderful thing we call life
You learn will vanish with death
You come not knowing someday you will leave
You learn to respect and acknowledge death
You soon see beginnings always have an end
You learn to love and how to lose
You love than hate then deny and then accept
You learn there is pain and pray for sanity
The day death comes you learn the pain others felt

Poetry Share #1

Okay - so most of the poetry I wrote when I was younger (teen years) was pretty dark. But- I thought I would share a few. Today:

Death by Lory Atchley
(written sometime in the early 1990's)

Deaths see's only life
Death see's no color, race or religion
Death see's no age, sex or disability
Death doesn't see love or hate
-it cannot distinguish between the two
Death doesn't see the campionship between lovers, friends or family
Death see's no pain
Death see's no loneliness
-and doesn't know loss
Death know's only life and how to destroy it
Death shows no sympathy
Death shows no tears
Death shows no life
Death takes the soul and leaves us to bury the dead
Death comes when it wants
Death comes how it wants
Death comes without warning
Death does what it wants
Death proves to have no emotions
Death sees only life
-and knows only to destroy it

to Give or not to Give

When I was younger I would bring friends home and my mother would say I wanted to try to help them. The friends I brought home had some issue or another with their family (don't we all) or something bad had happened to them. Sometimes my mom would say I brought home strays. That is not to say my friends were bad, or mangy, or anything other than someone who needed a friend. It turns out though that it was I too who needed that friend.

I'm not sure where in life I learned to give so much. I had a very patient hand my Nanny would say, and was very creative. I would write wonderful letters to inspire and quot scripture. When I read these notes now I don't know that it was me, I really don't know that it was me. It is like looking through someone else's eyes at my past. Maybe Giving stemmed somewhat from that, and me wanting to share what I had accomplished. Maybe it was for some attention or recognition. 

Some how I think in our core we all want to Give, to help. It makes you feel good. Who wouldn't want to feel good by doing something for someone, to help someone? At least I feel we all start out that way, I want to believe that. So, where does it go? When or where do some start to take advantage of or stop recognizing what others do for them?

As I grew older I started to call home (SC) only when I needed things. As a lot of teenagers do, my life was busy and I didn't really think always about catching up with family or letting them know how I was doing. I was being selfish. I still was a Giver though, still try to help others out, weather they asked for it or not. Once it started a fight. A funny fight:
                My one friend was 'dating' this guy and a mutual friend was being inappropriate with said guy. We were all good friends. When I found out what was happening my boyfriend at the time said to keep my nose out of it. In this situation you must think long and hard about your decision. My decision was to help. But- how? I went to the friend that was in the wrong- to her only. She knew it was coming. I went into school, told her to stand up, then to take off her glasses. Like I said, she knew it was coming. She did as asked and I took the one hit, only one. I then told her to sit down and gave her her glasses back. I said to her that she should know how worse this would be if it was not me, that this was a taste, and the friendships she would tear apart it her behavior continued. All went as it should. What was funny is another one of our good friends just sat there and watched, he had no clue what was happening, hahaha!
-The point to this story is for you to see that I helped the person that was in the wrong.

Eventually my father laid down the law. He would give no more. It struck me so hard it has been an echo in my head ever since. I told him so just the other day when he said to let him know if I ever need anything. You see, I haven't asked my father for a single thing for 15+ years (which was when I got pregnant), up until this past year when I asked him to help get my son to Italy on a trip.

I could go on about how I helped so and so and how I gave to whashername. I could tell you about how I dropped everything for this person or how I always think about that person. How when I see something that would help that person I may buy it even when I can't afford it, but knowing it will help them. I could tell you how I have suffered myself to help others to live a better life. But what would be the point - it would just be the same story over and over and it would just take up a lot of time.

There is a time, or several times, in a persons life that they think and reflect on what they have done for others and what they have done for themselves. The funny thing is that it is usually after one person in your life shows such gratitude and gratefulness to you that you see what others have taken advantage of or how they have just not been the friend you thought they were, or the family member you know they think they are.

I try to see both sides of the story when a friend calls for help/advice. I try to be honest, and sometimes that means telling them they are in the wrong. I have friends that appreciate that. In trying to see both sides of a story, I need to see both sides of mine. I come up with reasons and excuses for others behavior or lack there of. It doesn't help the pain of knowing you may be a friend of convenience. It doesn't help the pain of being forgotten, or left behind, or left out of something special or even just a simple cup of coffee. I sometimes blame myself and I may or may not actually be responsible for the lack of  'love' (it's the only word I can think of) between myself and others.

So - recently I have done quit a bit for different friends/family/neighbors/acquaintances. The one I did the least for is the one I felt such gratitude from. It made me want to do more for them. So I did. The blessings I placed on this family were placed right back on me by feeling and knowing that what I could do for them meant so much. It filled my heart! Is it enough to overcome the feelings of hurt from the ones that do not show this same gratefulness? I can't answer that, for I continue to do for others.

It can eventually tear you down to Give and Give when you have the struggle in your heart about how others react to your kindness. I understand that a simple thank you is wonderful - but if there is no feeling in that, no true gratefulness behind those words, that is a let down. Maybe this is where I am wrong, for I do expect more from my friends/family.
 Why do I continued to Give, to have the heart to answer their call when they need help, to provide what I see would be a blessing. Why do I continue to do for others what some refuse to do for me & mine, weather consciously or unknowingly? - because maybe they might be incapable of doing for me: a friend, a family member, a stranger in the store.
It just takes me back again to my dad telling me: "you only call when you want something" and how he said "enough".

However, Givers, continue to do the good deeds, to be the good person, to give with our hearts ad anything else we do and let God work the rest out.

But still, sometimes, all I wanna say is "Karma's a B@!#^" and not feel bad about it.