http://slow.writerscafe.org/afayah The original writings of author Afayah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981030 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 for M.W. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/357632/ for M.W. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/357631/ first time experimenting with macabre http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/357122/ Hurt me!!Use your handsAnd pull my hair,Dig your nails into my waist,Show me how much you want meAnd squeeze the last drop of life from my body.I’m here to fulfill your fetish.Let your tongue be the instrumentUsed to discipline my wild soul….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331448/ for A.M. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331445/ my ultimate fetish... priests http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331438/ for mother and father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331434/ for K.M. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331432/ for T.J.G. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331431/ for that girl I met and then never saw again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331428/ Sex is Me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331426/ for you M.T. my stalker... you deserve me and yet you don't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331424/ for mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331423/ for J.H. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331420/ for Z.F. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331419/ for AVA Trios... the three of us and what we once were http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331418/ I couldn’t wait to get rid of youTo get you out of my faceAnd, more so, out of my mind To see you walk away with head downAnd sad eyes filled with tears I wanted you to look backSo you could see my grinOf jubilation… Aaah.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331417/ Why are you shy, little girl?What have I done to scare you?Where is your mother, little girl?I hope she’s nowhere near you. Why the faint smile and frightened eyes?Who are you afraid of?Why do you run and try to hide?There’s nothing to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331416/ I saw you thereAnd decided it was time,Time for me to introduce youTo my perverted worldWhere you were my very own slaveOne that would do the things I said,Things our parents shouldn’t know,Things our bodies always wantedFor an eternity,For a life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331414/ for A.M. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331412/ I try so hard to becomeSomeone new in order to beAccepted by all and alsoTo be accepted by my biggest criticMyself. I elude myself of beingThe way I have beenAll my life when doing thingsI never considered wrongBecause it always felt right.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331411/ Another experimental random topic... murder? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331409/ for J.F. and by extension Z.F. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331408/ ...written with someone in mind but now I can't remember who http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331407/ for J.L. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331405/ for J.L. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331401/ Experimenting with random topics... Computers was the first one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331400/ for A.S. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331397/ for D.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331396/ I believe in fairiesAngels and demonsGhosts and mermaidsI believe in you… My secret lullabyWho visits me at nightTo take me to a realm,Surreal and mesmerizingDark and, yet, so welcoming Where you make meInto the woman I wish to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331394/ for my real life stalker and psychopath, M.T. (lest I say there was never a day you scared me. Pity you didn't know that I welcome the twisted...) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331393/ for K.M. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331388/ for A.M. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331383/ for the old me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331382/ You wonder why I bleed?Maybe because I hate myself.            Maybe because I don’t know my purpose            On this earth.   &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/331379/  I want to be something I’m not – I want to be a sick and twisted b***hWho takes a walk in the pits of hellAnd slays those who are already dead. I want to be a murdererA killer of dreams,To replace them with bloody stories,Sounds of the chainsaw,Nightmares o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/326269/ for Z.F. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/322362/ For Z.F. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/322360/ for M.W. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/302635/ for D.S. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/302634/ She doesn’t know any betterSo this is the plan…We tie her to the bed,Ask her what she wantsAnd follow our own requestsAfter we have promisedNot to hurt the poor girl.Her mother does not knowWhat she does after schoolWhile up in her room With her older friends….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/302631/ Punishment…Is watching him f**k the s**t out of herWhen he knows how badly I want her too.He knows how much I need her attention,How much she means to me…Her eyes,Her lips,Her tongue… that p***y.She seems to be enjoying it,The way he holds her hipsAs he thrus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/302629/ for A.S. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/302626/ for Z.F. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/302624/ For V.G. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/302622/ for Chuksy Stevens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afayah/248529/