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[angelwithdevilsoul]

THE DRIVE

It started with glances — the kind that lingered just a second too long across desks and coffee breaks. The kind that carried unspoken promises. By the end of a long workday, they didn’t need words — just the spark between them.

“Drive?” he asked, tossing his keys in the air, half a smile tugging at his lips.

She nodded, biting back the smirk that said finally.

They got takeout — something spicy, messy, shared in the glow of the dashboard lights. The city blurred by in streaks of neon and puddles reflecting headlights. But when the rain started to fall — slow at first, then steady, warm and rhythmic — everything changed.

The air thickened with heat and tension.

She turned toward him, eyes dark with intent. He leaned in, slow, like a man hypnotized. Their lips met — soft and searching, then hungry and consuming. She tasted like fire and temptation, every kiss a deeper pull into something they both craved.

Without a word, she slid into the backseat. A glance was all it took — he followed.

They faced each other, breathing heavy. He took her leg, strong hands wrapping around her thigh, and gently pushed her down onto the seat. Climbed over her, eyes locked. The kiss he gave her then wasn’t a question — it was possession. And her answer came in the way she arched into him, the way her fingers clutched his shirt, pulling him deeper.

His mouth left hers, trailing down the slope of her neck, exploring, worshipping. Every breath was a whisper of need.

She flipped the moment, straddling him, hands gripping his jaw as she kissed him back with slow, aching intensity. Her hips rolled with sinful precision — a rhythm that made his breath catch and stutter.

He groaned, low and raw, as her kisses deepened and her body rocked harder against him, the barrier between them both a torment and a tease. His hands gripped her waist, helpless beneath her power, lost in the heat of her slow, devastating grind.

And just when the tension threatened to break them both — when everything hung on a whisper of restraint — she stopped.

She smiled, devilish and breathless, smoothing down her clothes like nothing happened. He stared, stunned, wrecked, undone.

They sat quietly after that — the rain dancing on the roof, the music soft, hearts pounding. She leaned back into the seat, utterly at ease, legs curled up like a satisfied secret.

He drove her home in silence, glancing over at her every few moments, still burning, still haunted by the feel of her.

She stepped out, looked back, and said just one word with a wicked smile.

“Soon.”

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[hiddleschick]

your damn pride

& your ego

can't let it be so

got to prove now so bad

that you're okay

gotta show you're not bleeding

and that you never were

but your floor's already stained,

a mosaic of hand-tempered glass;

like Sunday morning mass

sunbeams pierce through ruddy,

rouge panes

kissing your eyelids

it's all cherries & mint 'cause

nothing's changed

nothing

I grabbed that last ticket out

but you want me to see that

that freeway's done nothing but

sow cracks between

us,

a cold, unfeeling purgatory

crystalline, frozen

separates and divides

you're hell-bent for me

to accept your clandestine narrative

got to prove, got to keep up this bullshit charade

and the price of my healing

was just collateral

grab my head

hold open my eyelids

show me on white, static screens that you were always okay

and that

that's not changing

it's clear

the fantasy is more important to you

than the beauty we used to be

the make-believe

that you're peddling

that you need me so badly to see--

I resign.

Things could have been good but I got in the way

'cause I was dying, slowly first

then rapidly

like a crumbling stalk of Beachwood

hot-white and soft,

ash and embers

and the suffering,

the suffering

is all mine now

all mine

🕯 🥀 🔥 🕌 🍒 🎫 💋 🌬 ❄️ 🌊 📺 🦄

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[gl1tched-g0th]

Scribbledthought is a total and utter mess right now and it feels like everyone is just having a group smoke sesh and we're all high as shit. I love humans being humans

[scribbled-diaries]

If I am the queen of my room, then the bed is my throne. And I dare you to pull me out of my throne.

[rhasworld]

Just finished watching the story of Elisa Lam's death on Netflix. That documentary led me to this app and I hope this could be as useful to me in sharing my thoughts and expressing my self just like Miss Lam.

[casualtacomiracle]

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[apssst]

find me something as short-lived as forevers,

i shall wait!

[angelwithdevilsoul]

She opened her computer and did an online search for “The Bunny”. Within minutes,she found herself in a new and heretofore unexplored world of vibrating rubber personal toys. Fascinated,she clicked on the various styles, read product descriptions, specs, and customer reviews. Though the features of the product intrigued her, the thought of stimulating herself to orgasm without the benefits of his lips,hands,and a few other essential parts seemed hallow. It looked like getting an A on a book report by skimming the CliffsNotes instead of reading the entire goddamn book. As she read the reviews, one particular enthusiastic review had her slouched in her chair, fanning her cheeks

“Must be hell of a website to put that look on your face.” came a voice from the corner of the room.

She nearly fell out of her chair. She jerked upright and saw her guy standing in the doorway. She grabbed a pen and pulled out a chart from the stack of her desk and pretended to be working.

“Jesus. You... scared me”

“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. I guess you were too engrossed in...”

Before she could stop him, he rounded her desk and peered at the computer screen. His eyes went wide, then dark.

“Ah, well. This explains things. Making up a personal list for our shopping this evening.”

It was her birthday next weekend and he had decided to take her shopping that evening.

“No, I was merely doing some research”

Though she strives for dignity, heat flooded her face. It was totally stupid to be embarrassed. But for whatever reason, it unnerved her to be caught indulging in something that wasn’t entered pleasing a partner. He relaxed against her desk.

“Looks to me like you were enjoying your little research”

She crossed her arms over her chest and lied, “Nah. By the way, isn’t it a bit cool in here?”

But both of them knew that the room felt hot... like surface-of-the-sun hot. And she knew that it had more to do with the guy sitting across from her than the temperature.

He laughed and pulled her to her feet. That one motion sent her head spinning. Then he lowered his head, brushed his lips slowly across hers, before landing them against her ears. Her eyelids drifted down, and things warmed up. Especially when he planted his lips teasingly on hers. She melted against the solid wall of his chest, while her stomach fluttered against his carved-form-granite abs. He slid a hand down her spine,pressing her lower bodies together until a moan vibrated in the back of her throat. He groaned and said something which she couldn’t quite understand, then brought his forehead to hers and gave a slow lazy smile.

“We get any hotter, and I’m thinking our shopping trip won’t happen.”

She playfully pushed him away and smiled. It was her first birthday together and this was pretty much everything that she could ask for.

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[inkedpencilmarks]

first of many

[anxiouspotatoscribbles]

In my garden

The flowers bloom

Their petals call me

Ask me to touch them

To feel the life within them

And they tell me

Enjoy it while it lasts

Because in time

We all wither and die🥀

[scribbled-diaries]

Believe me people aren't bad, but also don't always believe what they say.

[aaryadandagaval]

You know it's kinda hard to keep a diary. I feel one should have that willingness to write and not be lazy all the time. But actually when you really want to write it will come from within. Honestly, I feel that writing a diary is quite good because that's the time you are actually expressing your feelings and you are true to yourself, and can let go of the tension and anxiety.

[priyamap9]

We keep wishing and wondering why our wishes don't come true. Often we forget how strongly our thoughts and wishes shape our reality. We keep waiting and waiting, and drowning in sorrow, and in between all the we almost lose the sight of things we wanted. But, the universe doesn't. It gives you all that you wished for and more. I know it can be a bit over-whelming at times, but times like these do remind yourself how powerful you and your thoughts are. . Manifest goodness, sit back and relax. . . #trasition #manifestgoodness #time #occurence #holdontight #pathmayberocky #endwillberight #wishes #drowninginsorrow #universedoesntforget #sitbackandrelax #communityofpoets #poemsdaily #ttt #scribbledthoughts #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #highpoetssociety #poemoftheday #communityofwriters #inspiringquotes #motivational #postoftheday #wordart #followforfollow #poemsporn #wordporn #wordgasm #wordplay #rosywordz https://www.instagram.com/p/ByN9S2XAS_G/?igshid=2ynixxmuhtnj

[jeffpixy101]

Say that you

Want more

Of me

Than what

Would cater

To your needs

For, I'd rather be

Someone's prized

Commodity than

Being your

Forgotten liability.