Louise Kinnear

Louise Kinnear
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Thursday, March 3, 2016

HEAVEN'S DANCER

I pulled him closer to me and hugged him. “You will find someone that will love you for who you are. You just have to be patient.” He moved his hands up and down my back, bringing back memories of the erotic nights still spiraling through my veins. He smells so divine; His muscular arms around me tightened and he turned his head towards my neck.  Biggest mistake I made is to try and get his head out of my neck by pulling away and facing him. He moved slowly towards my lips and kissed it gently. I had nowhere to move.  I was trapped between his fabulous body and the pool table.  I cannot fight this.  I had nothing to fight against. He tastes so good. I opened my mouth and kissed him passionately. My hands move into his hair, slowly behind his ears and the stop on his muscular chest. I want to push him away but on the other hand I am enjoying his tongue mingling with mine. The familiar taste of the musk bubble gum floods my mind with passionate evenings spent with him. He is massaging my back as we kiss. He picks me up gently and placed me slowly on the edge of the pool table. I opened my legs for him to stand closer to me.  At the same time I knotted my legs around him.  I can feel his hard pecker through his jeans and it is pressing straight onto my wet crotch. His hands move under my skimpy white shirt as he made his way to my perfectly firm and perky breasts. I can feel how wet I am and I can feel how turned on Miguel is.  This is not a good combination. He moves one finger under the body part of my bra strap and slowly lifts it up and over my erect nipple. The grip of my legs tightened even more. He moves his hard penis up and down my g-string line as I pull him closer with my hands. I lift his shirt slowly out of his pants as I start unbuckling his belt to get to the button on his jeans. His hands cup my exposed breast; he runs his thumb over my nipple as he continues rubbing himself on me. Oh gosh, I need this to stop...

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SCHOOL IS MY PLAYGROUND

Before I entered the beautiful architectural building, I took a moment to recap my high school years. I was definitely not an angel, but I had the best 5 years of high school any young girl could ever ask for. The memories flood my mind and soul. Thinking back to my first year in high school, made me smile from ear to ear. I was almost late for my very first day at school.  I remember it as if it was yesterday.

It was also the very first broadcast of the rude awakening. A new voice to wake my brain up, a new voice to lead to the time I have to leave home, to walk to school. I was so drawn into the line-up of their show that I almost pooped my pants when I checked the time. I grabbed my bag and ran. The high school was not just up the road any more like my primary school was.  It was at the very least double the distance. As I ran, I saw busloads of children driving past me.  I tried to keep up but they were too fast for me. I ran into the school yard as the bell rang. I was totally out of breath when I entered the gates of new opportunities, new vibe, new friends and a new beginning. All my close friends had the opportunity to go to another school. I begged my parents to allow me to go to the same school as my friends, but they apologized and explained that there were no funds available to make this possible. 


TEARS OF A CHILD

Screaming, shouting and swearing are all I
hear while hiding in a corner of my room.
Tears rolling down my face knowing that
there is nothing I can do to stop this. I will
get shouted at by someone I love so
dearly. Someone I appreciated and looked
up to all my life. I can hear how he hits
her. Every slap echoes through the house.
The screams of torture erupt through the
silence of the night. Tearing of clothes and
making her believe she is worthless. What
kind of monster is this? From a placid
person, he would change into a monster.
My heart is racing so fast, it feels as if it
wants to jump out of my chest. What did I
know? What I did know, is what is

happening on the other side of my
bedroom door was abuse. Abuse that
continued for years and no one has ever
attempted to do anything about it. This is
destroying our lives. This is affecting me.
It is affecting my school work, affecting my
thought patterns. This is destroying me! I
heard the front door open and she tried to
run from his claws, but was hit down from
behind. I ran outside to see what is
happening and could not believe my eyes.
Her eyes were already swollen, her mouth
bleeding and her clothes torn. “Go inside!”
he shouted at me while pointing to the
door...

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