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My Gothic World

When I finally made a choice to use my handcuffs and finally become a goth I really didn't know where to begin but decided to begin at the source; the source of my pain and my lust. I finally really wanted to go all the way but didn't think I could have the guts to approach another goth teen to make it happen.

My ex-lover Amanda and I finally had done some drunken nasty talking about making the transition and I finally knew she'd be able to find someone, but had reservations about letting her loose on another woman especially as I had started to crave and idolize pin-up punks and I must admit it shames me a bit that I finally found Jessica through a goth escort service. She was really burning with intense life and an experienced goth at the age of twenty-one. A young goth teen with a sweet pink mouth that I had dreams about!

Even though I try to keep myself in an hourglass shape with white panties and nylons over my long legs, I finally had just turned thirty and I thought it was a compliment that she found me desirable and wanted to eat my hair and whip my tender skin with her hands and make my emotions bleed and squirm.

Jessica was openly bi, but I didn't tell her I had been married to her until we met in person at the lesbian bar in New York. Sweet girl in a Gothic schoolyard necklace and shaved head! Getting together under the satin sheets and touching her was wild and beyond any dream, the wet dream you could imagine. It was so strange meeting face to face with strangers in dark alleys sucking naked flesh and licking the gaping mouths and tasting our essences, or is that a fantasy? Yes, I was knowing what we would eventually do the moaning and purring as she flicked her tongue inside my body.

She said it was a turn on that I'd almost never been with a goth before and she made sure to embarrass me by kissing me on the red mouth in public. My mouth was red from the lipstick and red from the inflammation of sexual heat as she rubbed herself over my jeans.

When we went back to her third-floor loft she introduced me to a new realm of perversions including some dark ritualistic manifestations that were really beyond belief. The entire celebration was so sensual and we spent hours and hours exploring each other's spirits and when it was appropriate we indulged in sharing moments of corporal ecstasy.

She licked all of my tattoos and teased my piercings and I can't every remember when I've had so many climactic experiences in one day!

Our hot Gothika relationship didn't take long to blossom into something incredibly serious and we managed to keep in touch, literally crawling through windows into pink pajamas and stiletto heels and we would get together about once a week for almost two years.

Jessica kept asking about my past lovers and companions and suggested many times I finally should bring over and share her. I despise any form of mind altering substance and my past girlfriends and some boyfriends liked lines of coke but that didn't interest me anymore as I was in my thirties but if I could tie her up and humiliate I may be interested, ha!

Let Me Sleep

It was like the Devil's pajama party with monster talk and a kinky twist. It took a while to wear me down, but knowing Jessica's very loose attitude towards relationships, I finally could be sure she wasn't going to steal Amanda from me and become her Gothic partner especially since that broken spirited girl suffered from large tracks of emptiness across her confidence.

When I finally explained to Amanda what Jessica and I finally had been up to she didn't know whether to be mad or excited, but when I finally explained I finally wanted to try a blood sacrifice she got very excited. It was fun to play with her emotions in a sick sort of way. I am such a bad girl!

The partnership and the Medieval bonding with Amanda and Jessica was totally amazing. We got naked and spread oil and candle wax onto our palms and screamed and moaned in passion and I don’t know if any of us had ever been so grateful.

She told me he couldn't believe how light she felt the spirit of the God of The Dead, which I finally understood completely because I'd noticed when we fooled around there was a squishing squeaky sound as my muscles pulled and clenched like the jaw of a dog ripping flesh.

I finally could really see things from her perspective as I crawled between her arms and saw the red strawberry heart, that red fire of love, almost like a Queen and I finally felt a certain amount of pride spreading her velvet robes for me to swallow that red beating humanity. I finally didn't even feel jealous, actually, it made me feel less guilty about having a bond with Jessica and keeping it a secret for so long.

It was a unique psychological experience for me, a young Gothic teen with a mature sense of smell and touch and almost a sixth sense. The highlight for me was getting to touch the stars in what felt like an orgasm but in the way a prayer can open so many secret feelings and rushing sensations as I moaned and screamed!

Sometimes the worship is enough to kill us but myself, as a Gothic pervert from a background in Los Angeles means she has seen it all and turned more tricks than a magician! Ha!

I don't care. I am not that type of girl and my devotion is to the Dark Knight not to the pleasures of the flesh.

I finally realize that I'll be sharing my coffin bed with Jessica every chance I get and that she is my key to the promised land where the rest of my vampire friends are buried waiting in their purgatory. My only fear is that once I touch the trap I won't be able to get out and if ever I need to see my family again it will be too late. I need to think about this first.

Let me sleep now...

Gothic Angels Unite

Gothic Annie was my lover long ago…Gothic teen dressed in furs with her golden aviator glasses slide delicately down our Gothic model Annie's face as she peers seductively over the rims with gleaming clear eyes with a black mascara and thick black eyelash lusty lingering look. She is wearing authentic fur and a red red and black one piece corset that sucks and hugs her pale skin and she huddles waiting for shadows behind the animal skins! Her red luscious lips signal that the time for madness has arrived.

Like some sort of danger in the schoolyard, her pierced lips and colorful tattoos on her arms and back signal that her evil lust tunnel is ready and willing and able to take anyone beyond the devil’s haircut! Her creamy thighs spread open and her wings open up as she runs her ringed fingers across her labia and pushes her body like a snake in the charms of a black mass! The raven haired pale skinned barely evil Gothic girls are not exactly little angels! In fact, they are far from being anything but sheer nylon twisting, corset sucking, and blood spitting vixens of evil fetish desire! Their Gothic boots and long red nails that match their bright red lips and satin glints in their eyes as they strip dressed and bare their perky perfect breasts and pierced appendages that shine under the black light of a Nine Inch Nails Gothic orgy! The pink linings of the Gothic grunge goddess’s slither and seethe like a hydra head of snakes and their evil shadows of voodoo spells are hypnotizing for all men! This is the ultimate collection of Gothic dressed girls! Rock & Goth Girls!

Gothic Angels at the foot of a cliff with dark clouds and ravens drifting like a typhoid disease in the sky we find our shadows y blonde Gothic Goddess Angel. Like a medusa charmer, she wears a clinging fishnet blouse that exposes her see-through blouse to the sea and the aching desires of her soul.

She has the star tattooed and piercing for the pleasure of climaxing on the beach when she transforms her man. She bends over and shows her perfect Gothic shape and clear skin on her belly has peach fuzz line drawn down to her moist mound. Pouting lips and the bluest eyes that beg and demand respect all at the same time. As she undoes her necklace and spreads her wings on her four-post bed she releases guttural Shadows moans like the exorcist meets a raunchy street pagan from the downtown east side!

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From the misty webbed shadows of the darkest kiss there moves a creature of desire. Hidden between the core of the moon and the eyes of Mother Earth she moves between the funneling desperation of a flaming tunnel from beneath the Crypt of cursed love and misspent youth. On blackest wings she flies above us and no-one knows upon which branch she will rest to watch and to choose her next victim.

For the creatures of the night are invisible, moving too slow to perceive and at a frequency too fast to attempt shielding from the force. This is the force of desire and of love. This is the solitude and desperation of the eternal living force that lives within the bloods darkest crepuscular being. The Gothic realm takes a familiar form and finds expression in a common source; the black, the red, the pink, the steel and the eyes.

There is a common seam that ties us all together in our pain and ecstasy and that is the truth of life and death and the dance between them both.