Devil Girl Diaries – 9 (The Attack)


Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Freaky Friday
That is what she called them
I called it my excursion into hell
this Friday she wanted to see porn
a tame and lame proposition
much safer than the norm
Imagining the fun we would have
Her full breasts and sweet legs in lingerie
Her mouth performing magic on my torso
unlocking the door to my apartment
I wondered if she had already arrived
Anxious for the festivities to begin
Entering the silent darkness
Don’t move a deep voice thundered
A cold metal pressed into my neck
Chills ran up my spine
I trembled like a wet dog in a storm
A gun sank into the softness of my cheek
Blood drained from my heart
One questioned frightened me more than the weapons
Did I arrive before my Devil Girl

Next week peeps


67 thoughts on “Devil Girl Diaries – 9 (The Attack)

  1. Well, hell. You’ve got to give us more … now …. or soon … or sooner …. Sigh. Yes, I admit. I read books cover to cover with very little interruption because of my impatience.

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      1. Part of me is truly sorry that you are sick. Not a great way to ring in the new year. However, part of me, the part that is being slowly tortured to death by your evil writing, thinks you deserve to suffer like the rest of us. πŸ˜‰

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  2. OH my! Wow Andrew. I just realized I am not following you but I think maybe I thought I was. So imagine my surprise when the post I read is this one! Goodness these freaky people in our lives don’t they shake you to the core sometimes? Well at least they did. I got rid of mine I got tired of the freak show! Play on your words not mine. I tend to be a little more gentle and ask my friends to check their freak at the door! πŸ˜€

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    1. Seriously, I got rid of mine as well. Fantasies can be fun and when a man is young her may let a wild girl steer him. But with time he matures and learns that love between man and woman should be sacred. It doesn’t need all the wildness if truly is love. And thanks for the follow.


      1. OH wow I couldn’t agree more! I love the sacred part. I spent most of my life with no one in my life that welcomed the sacred and treated it as such! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my share of wild but well you know how that goes. I don’t need to elaborate! I see a lot of tabs on your blog! I might camp out here for a little bit! πŸ˜€

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  3. Eosinophil count was more. How about now?
    I too had same but chkd last winter it is within normal range ( maybe changed after baby)
    Take care.
    Mmmmmmm…. have turmeric in warm milk.

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  4. Your romantic life sounds a good bit more, er, dynamic than mine. It’s like watching a James Bond movie on television. Because I have so little background knowledge of this kind of thing, I read the line “unlocking the door to my apartment” three times wondering whether or not it was a euphemism. In the end, I decided it was probably a real door. πŸ™‚

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  5. What a great twist in this ongoing tale. I was waiting for an attack of “passion” and was not expecting this turn of events. It’s affect was more powerful than a cup of espresso! Very interesting as the intensity of the story grows and forces the reader to wait an entire week. (I wasn’t sure if I slid you a paper Washington if that would entice an earlier divulging on this suspenseful adventure.)

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  6. A trifle prurient, but, nicely done. The tension builds quickly at the end, & drops the reader into fearful ambiguity much as a sudden drop in an elevator….

    Looking forward to more….

    gigoid, the dubious


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