Zoey Hart's Blog, page 5
April 11, 2014
Eclipsed
A toy no longer perfect
Shiny or new
Eyes lost the sparkle
Gone vibrant blue
Thrown in the corner
Covered in dust
A disregarded memory
Forgotten lust
How easily replaced
So it seems
No longer the favorite
Only in dreams
Darkness the only constant
Sad but true
Heart broken in pieces
Sliced through
Recycled away to someone new
Heart of gold
Accepting of your damage
Never controlled
No longer haunted by you
Slowly fixed
Your ghost never gone
But eclipsed
March 23, 2014
Undone
Lead me to your world
Show me your dark side
Make me feel your passion
Let me taste your desire
Unlock my restraints
Bring out the real me
I’ll tell you what I want
Though you already know
Together we will explore
Bodies a tangled mess
Embracing our lust
While coming undone
March 5, 2014
Sticks and Stones…
Originally posted on Paige Thomas:
Bullies take on many forms and can be found in all corners of life. When I think of the word “bully” I immediately associate it with a school playground filled with clueless adolescents who still have a lot to learn.
When I was a school kid I only ever got bullied once, by a close-knit group of girls who I once called friends. One of those girls (I’ll call her Lucy) made a sexual move on me during a sleepover at her house. I was twelve at the time. There’s no need for me to go into detail, but needless to say, I kindly rejected her advances. I had no idea she liked girls (that way) and I suspect none of our friends did either. At no point was I nasty to her, nor did I show any type of disgust. Why would I? She was my friend. No, I…
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March 4, 2014
The Queen
You begin making people laugh
Your jokes, your juggling of balls
The uncoordinated attire
Painted face to hide
The monster you are
I watched your show
Had even laughed along
But I see the real you
One who wants to hurt
And destroy
Your words crawled
under my skin
But I am stronger than you realize
You thought I was weak
Oh how wrong you are
I hold more power
Than you can imagine
For this has happened before
You are nothing more
Than a bug in my path
I will squash you
With my heel
And with the first rain
You’ll be washed away
I’ll still be here
Making my name
Leaving my mark
For I am The Queen
While you are a stain
February 24, 2014
INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR ZOEY HART
Originally posted on Greg Interviews The World:
Welcome to the fourth episode of Greg Interviews the World, where I sit down with authors or other artists to learn more about them, trick them into revealing their secrets and see if they can best me to peek inside the MYSTERY BOX OF AWESOME-SOME-SOME!! Today I am interviewing Zoey Hart, a young new writer who juggles the responsibilities of being a military spouse, a mother of two and a spy for the CIA. One of those three things is a lie….I think.
1) Thanks for being my guest today Zoey. Please pardon the construction going on in here. Last week our set was demolished by a fat guy from New England fighting a giant rooster. It was almost cartoon like. ANYway….According to my index card here you are a world champion Scrabble player….wait no…Who wrote this?? Damn you morons…ah here it is…I see you are an author and self-published…
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February 16, 2014
All Night
Take me to your room,
lock the door
Strip me of my clothes,
lay me bare
Bind my wrists to the headboard,
never to touch
Let your eyes gaze over me,
heating my skin
When your fingers touch me,
make me quiver
Caress every naked inch of flesh,
seal it with a kiss
Make your way up my body,
take your time
Bite, squeeze, pinch and taste,
yours for the taking
Wrap my hair around your fist,
pull me back
Stifle my moans with your lips,
hard and deep
Position me how you want,
take what you need
Invade me while you fill me up,
make me whole
Slow, hard, gentile or fast
you decide
Just make it last,
we have all night
February 2, 2014
A Broken Heart
A heart
Bruised by hurtful words
Heard more often than not
A heart
Trampled on
By so many
A heart
Always giving
But never enough
A heart
Shattered over and over
But slowly fixed
A heart
Wanting to love
But scared and shy
A heart
Missing a piece
Searching in the dark
A heart
Wondering
Will I ever be whole
A heart
Lonely
But willing to give
A heart
Worthy of love
And affection
Maybe one day…
January 25, 2014
I AM – A Poem
Originally posted on Cameron Lincoln:
I am the tenderness that soothes you,
The rawness that will hurt.
I am the soldier who will fight for you,
And drag you from the dirt.
I am the prince that spoils you,
The pauper who will serve.
I am the the knight who’ll strive,
To give you all that you deserve.
I am the master who would own you,
The slave crawling at your toes.
I am the the deity and the believer,
The banisher of woes.
I am the gentle, caring lover,
The deviant delight.
I shall kiss you to submission,
And pound you back to life.
I am the delicious poison,
The cure for all your ills.
I am the one responsible,
For your delight and joy and thrills.
- Cameron Lincoln. 2014
January 19, 2014
Want
I want to feel you against
My body so early in the morning
I want to touch you with
Memorizing fingers that never forget
I want to taste you on my lips
When I lick them
I want to be slick with sweat
Our bodies create
I want to miss you so our time
Is more passionate
I want you to touch me
And leave trails of fire on my skin
I want you to want me with such
Intensity it drives you mad
I want you to crave me like an addiction
You just can’t fight
I want you to get lost in me
So time stands still
I want you to kiss me with similar want
That it makes me dizzy
I want you to claim me
If not forever then one night
I want you to want me
As much as I want you
January 9, 2014
The Business Trip (part2)
She awoke in the same position, her back pressed against his front. His hand was cupping her tit and he was rolling her nipple between his fingers.
“Mmmmm that feels nice.”
He trailed kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. She could feel him growing hard against her ass.
“I want to do something with you, but I don’t want you to freak out.” He kissed her shoulder blade.
“I told you before I will do anything with you.”
“I want to watch you play with yourself. I want to see how you get off when you think about me.”
He was sure that last part would scare her.
She turned to face him and kissed him. The thought of him watching her made her tingle.
Her hand trailed down the side of his face, past his stomach. She collected his precum on her finger before touching her clit. She broke the kiss.
“Like this?” He pulled back the sheets to see her hand between her legs. His hand quickly moved to his dick.
“Just like that.”
She should have been embarrassed. This was something she did in private. But he had always made her feel sexy and confident so she wanted to do this for him.
He stroked himself as he watched her finger slip inside, then out to her clit.
“You are so beautiful.”
He leaned down to kiss her. As their tongues danced, she pushed another finger inside. He pulled away to watch her. He could hear how wet she was. And while he longed to be inside her, this was too hot to pass up.
He sat back on his calves, wanting a better view. His cock begged for release but that wouldn’t happen. Not until she came first.
“I want you to cum on my tits.” Holy fuck, she had remembered him telling her he fantasied about doing just that. He almost came on the spot.
“You can’t say things like that. I’m barely holding on as it is.” He slowed his pace.
In this moment, she had complete control over him. She could very well send him over the edge with just her words. She just had to get the courage to say it. She took a deep breath.
“I want you to shower my tits with your cum. I want to dip my finger in it, bring it to my pussy so I can finish. The thought of you on my finger, rubbing my clit to make me cum…mmmm. I’m getting wetter just thinking about it.”
She was never this brave. He brought it out in her.
She pinched her nipple, arched her back as she pushed her fingers inside. That was all he needed. His cum came out fast and hard, covering her tits. He watched as she dipped her fingers and went straight to her clit.
It didn’t take very long her. The sight of him releasing himself on her was hot. Her breathing became ragged and he knew she was close. He kissed her deeply while pushing his finger inside her. With his finger inside and hers working her clit, she couldn’t take it.
She wrapped her arm around his neck and held him close as her hips bucked off the bed and she came all over his finger.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you.”
He kissed her one last time before getting up to start a bath. He came back with a wash cloth and wiped himself off her, grabbed her hand and led her into the bathroom.
*
After their bath, he called for room service. She dressed in boy shorts and a tank top, him in sweat pants. They ate then crawled back into bed. Their jet lag getting the best of them for an hour or two.
When he woke, she wasn’t there. He looked around the room before stopping at the bathroom door. She was in the shower. His cock twitched. He threw the sheets off the bed, stripped out of his pants and walked into the bathroom.
She was standing under the water, letting it cascade down her body. She faced the wall so he had a perfect view of her ass. He could have watched her all day but his dick had other plans. He walked to the shower, opened the door and stepped in.
She jumped when she felt his hands on her hips.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You just surprised me is all.”
He gathered her hair and put it over her shoulder as he kissed her neck. Her head fell back to his chest.
“Are you sore? I haven’t taken it very easy on you.”
“A little but it’s a good kind of sore.”
He was already hard pressed against the small of her back. She was never one for shower sex but she had a feeling he was going to change her mind.
His hands traveled down her sides, across her stomach and up to her breasts. In just their short time together, he already knew how to turn her on.
His hands left her breasts to push down on her back. She placed her hands on the walls of the shower. He guided his cock to her opening and slipped in
She was already wet. She had been wet since she got off the plane.
He had been walking around with a semi for just as long.
With his feet panted just outside hers and his hands holding her hips, he took his time. Long slow thrusts. Keeping her on the edge.
“You feel amazing.”
The sore feeling quickly vanished and was replaced by pleasure.
She moaned his name as he pushed deeper inside her.
His fingers gentile but firm on her hips. Guiding her. He pulled out to the tip and watched as she stretched to accommodate him.
“I love how you feel around me.”
The cold tile and hot water couldn’t distract her from the feeling of him inside her.
She braced herself against the shower walls and pushed back to meet him.
The sound of their bodies coming together drowned out the sound of water falling between them.
His hand left her hip to play with her clit. She let out a gasp when his finger started moving faster.
She was close. Her walls began to tighten around him. A few more flicks from his finger and she would explode.
“Oh fuck gorgeous, you’re so tight.”
His words brought her tighter.
“Please don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping. His finger worked faster to match the rhythm of his hips.
“Yes! Right there!”
Her head fell back as she moaned out her orgasm. The sound echoing off the shower walls.
He moved his hand back to her hip so he could push farther into her.
The feeling of her clamped around him, the sounds that came from her made when he made her cum, the way she looked bent over braced against the shower walls, he couldn’t take it.
With a growl, he released everything he had in him. His fingers tightened their hold as his legs shook.
After he released the final bit, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder.
He pulled out and helped her to turn around.
His hands cupped her face and he kissed her deep and slow. He pulled back to find her smiling up at him.
“You just might have changed my mind about shower sex.”
Sex in the shower isn’t any different from sex in a bed. It’s what you do after, that makes it different.”
He adjusted the shower head and reached behind for her shampoo. He washed and rinsed her hair. Then grabbed her conditioner and massaged her scalp.
Her eyes closed as she savored this feeling. No one had ever pampered her like this.
When he finished, he grabbed her loofa and carefully washed her sore body. She in return, tried to mimic his actions.
They stayed in until the water turned cold, then wrapped up in towels and laid in bed.
This was their last night together. Time had not been on their side.
*
After their dinner in the hotel restaurant, they had landed right back into bed.
They kissed and talked. Fondled and giggled. Caressed and nipped.
“I want you…” she said after a long kiss.
“I want you too. Or could you not tell?” He rubbed his length against her core.
She was never good at expressing what she wanted sexually. She was always so embarrassed by her wants.
But he had made her comfortable. More confident. If it was anyone else, she wouldn’t have the courage to ask.
“Oh I can tell. But I want you…back there.”
“What exactly are you asking for baby?
“I want anal. With you. I want to feel you everywhere.”
She was surprised when the words fell from her lips with ease. Without shame.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiled at her boldness before he kissed her.
When the kissing stopped, they were both panting and ripping at each other’s clothes.
“I want you on top. That way you have control.” He moved to the center of the bed and laid on his back.
She reached inside the night table for the bottle of lube she had put there the first night. She squeezed the contents out while stroking him. Then climbed on top and laid her back against his chest.
He helped guide himself in and waited for her to adjust.
It didn’t hurt as much as she thought It would. It was actually quit arousing.
“I’ll help you move. You just focus on your clit.”
When her hand found its way to her clit, she was amazed at how wet she was.
Her hips started slowly moving while her finger moved in circles on her nub. His hands were between them helping to keep pace. He kissed and nipped at her neck.
She could feel herself getting wetter by the second. Her breathing became shorter, her moans louder.
“I’m going to cum.” She cried to him.
“Keep going. You’re gonna cum more than once this time sweetheart.”
She came hard. Clenching the bed sheets in one hand while her back ached off his chest.
“That’s right baby. Keeping playing.”
She pushed two fingers inside and could feel him working her. She pumped her fingers in time with his cock.
The pace was still slow and she could feel every inch of him.
She wanted to cum again. Her thumb worked her clit as her fingers pumped in and out of her.
Her second orgasm snuck up just as quickly as her first.
She screamed out his name. If they had neighbors, she was sure they heard her.
Her name came from his gritted teeth as he came with her.
They laid together. Bodies covered in sweat.
“Let me get something to clean you up.” He kissed her shoulder before she rolled off him.
She watched as he disappeared into the bathroom and then returned with a wash cloth.
After they were clean, they help each other until sleep overtook them.
*
The morning came to fast. It was Sunday and they had a few hours before heading to the airport.
They made love slow and gentile. Taking their time to explore and memorize each other’s bodies.
Only stopping to kiss or get lost in each other’s eyes. If they only remembered one part of their weekend, it would be this time. Their last time.
When they were done, they showered and packed all their belongings. They walked hand in hand down to the elevators and through the lobby.
He checked out while she waited for a cab.
The ride was quiet, with occasional looks here and there.
They arrived at the airport, boarding passes in hand and walked until they had to go their separate ways.
“Thank you for a wonderful weekend. I’ll never forget it.” She smiled up at him.
“Until next time, gorgeous.”
He cupped her face and gave her one last memorable kiss good bye.
“Until next time sexy.”
And with that, she turned and walked down to her gate.
“Next time.” He mumbled to himself as he walked the other direction.
