#poisonwriting

[poisondagg3r]

“Tell me you love me.” He speaks, voice worming its way into my mind until my thoughts blur.

“I love you.” The words burn as they are forced from my throat. 

[poisondagg3r]

“So, Callie, huh?” Jackson teases from my left, a lit joint in hand.  I’m surprised he isn’t already surrounded by whiney voices asking for a hit.  “I don’t know what you mean.” I avoid his eyes and grumpily chug my beer.  He chuckles and offers me the joint, I take it gratefully.  “Denial is the first step in losing touch with reality,” His voice goes a bit airy. “You should try grounding.”  I roll my eyes exhaling a swirling cloud of smoke before passing it back to him. “You know I don’t believe in the spiritual woo-woo shit.”  “But the spiritual woo-woo shit believes in you.” He adds a sage nod that makes me want to punch him. So I do- in the arm.  His mouth drops open in mock offense, “See, if you mediated I’m sure violence wouldn’t be your first response.”  “I meditate every night when I close my eyes and go to sleep.”

[poisondagg3r]

I stumble up my sagging front porch steps with a pounding hangover induced headache, my dark hair a tangled mess atop my head and blue eyes bleary.  The afternoon sun blazes against my back, skin exposed in the thin tank top and too-small jean shorts I stole from Kailey, my best friend. I’d left her a grumbling lump beneath her rainbow comforter when I finally emerged from her house after a week-long sleepover.  It wasn’t uncommon for me to basically live at her house, especially over summer break. Where her family was warm and loving, mine fell short. I tried to avoid home as much as possible and I was forever grateful that their door was always open.  I was also forever grateful that they are seemingly oblivious to our deviance right beneath their noses. Never once had they called out our altered state.   Kailey got drunk and high for very different reasons than I did, though.  One of mine stared at me through the screen door with a cigarette dangling from her lips.  “You look like shit.” She grunts, exhaling a curling whisper of smoke before backing away and pulling the door open with her.  I send her a weary glare as I step through the door and inhale the cloying smoke cloud trailing her.  “Thanks, Mom.”

[poisondagg3r]

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[lonelypoisongirl]

Ok so I'm actually writing now, unfortunately I got a little too into it and now its 1700 words and the sex just barely started, so I'm probably not gonna be able to post the whole thing until tomorrow depending on how much more I feel like writing today

[lonelypoisongirl]

Transcend

Note: This is an older thing I wrote a while ago totally not about me and two other tgirls i know (one of which being my lovely gf) so uh, dw I will be writing another siscon story soon!

Love at its deepest is carnal. A blind beast with no mind, consumed, driven by only emotion. A feeling of a thread attached from heart to heart to heart. In your eyes I see the beast, I see the teeth cutting through my skin. True love is a beautiful violence, bruises and bite marks cover us like ash strewn across a parking lot after a bonfire. 

Skin pressed against skin against skin in an intoxicating dance of heat. Our bodies almost sealed together. Ordinary people will never know this heat. I do not envy them. Three hearts intertwined in warmth and dripping love.

Fingernails dig into skin, teeth sink into necks, sweat coats our bodies as they contort. Each movement, each sliding of body into body, each gasp of hot breath against skin, every quake of body and voice, every small sting, everything in the sensation fills a mind with smoke. Someone inside combined with the scratching outside melts any remaining mind away. There are no thoughts, only the beast. Arms unconsciously hold tight through the stretching and scratching and breeding. Teeth descend from above,   ingress from below. 

At last the skin is broken, the taste of iron is strong when our lips meet. The metallic heat is spread between the three of us, dripping from every mouth. Your breath is so hot against my skin, the dim candle light spins around me and reaches out to touch me like the hand of an angel. With a head drowned in adrenaline and emotion I sink my own teeth into the closest skin. My fingertips trace lightly against the soft warmth of your breasts. I dig nails into the fat and my mind swims in the resulting moans. 

God shrivels at the mortal who dares drink the dark crimson nectar from the breasts of her lovers. But in this moment surrounded by heat and passion and bathing in crimson we are far beyond God. The pace begins to increase once more, lubricated by alloyed blood. Breaths are sharp and all minds are numbed by the metallic scent. 

A blade emerges from somewhere, held by someone, perception is so clogged by pleasure that reality is no more. The knife traces along skin, teasing, the sensation only occasionally broken by a sharp smack or spank. In this fog our minds are no longer separate. The pleasure and pain are in unison, the pressure builds in unison. It reaches a zenith before spilling out in mind rending climax. The blade is drawn back and thrust deep into flesh. Blood mixes with seed as mind mixes with mind. 

Bodies are secondary now, mere vessels for the deep hunger comprehensible only to our manic mind. The warmth of organs spills out of chests and abdomens, mixing together and staining the sheets ever further. Mouths search in the brain fog for each other, desperate to devour. Our mind is an ocean of unknowable sensation, we seek only flesh. Our lips meet each other in the fog, we sink teeth into tongues, bloody hands grasp at chests glimmering, bathed in red. Our minds awash with desire, the sex continues. 

The warmth of our wounds is intoxicating, we slide into each other as we feast on our flesh. Every part of us is bathed in our shared blood, we climax over and over. Time is nothing to us anymore, we could have been here for centuries or seconds. This is love beyond reality, the closeness, the hunger, the heat. Only the curtain call can reach us here.

It is nearing

Our ocean is filled, energy spent. We take in our hands our hearts. Lips and tongues meet and intertwine in the finale. A sharp yank downward transcends our soul beyond.

Our bodies are left behind in the crimson pools of our love. In death we are made whole, souls sealed in sacred sanguine matrimony. In the beyond we may live on, forever one. 

[lonelypoisongirl]

Sister Somno Sex: Featuring transgender big sis and YOU(pussy-having little sis) enjoy :3c

You tread lightly through the hallway of your house, careful not to step on the creaky parts of the floor. You’ve had the path to your older sister’s room memorized ever since you were little. At night you’d sometimes sneak into her room and watch TV with her on the flatscreen your parents had given her for her 13th birthday. She’d roll her eyes when you’d open the door and tell you to go to bed while simultaneously making space for you in her own. You’d excitedly scamper across the room, hoist yourself onto the mattress and wriggle under the covers next to your big sis. The two of you would watch reruns of old cartoons as you slowly drifted off to sleep with your big sister’s body wrapped around you. But that was more than half a decade ago. You missed that intimacy so much but there’s not much you can do about your sister growing out of you. Apparently it's not cool for girls like her to be super close with their younger sisters, or their family at all to be honest. 

You push your nostalgia aside as you are now in front of your big sister’s door. You check your smart watch, 3:46 AM, she should be asleep right? You absent-mindedly adjust the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing, underneath it is only a tiny black thong that is already thoroughly damp from the anticipation of what you’re about to do. Softly and with as much steadiness as you can muster you turn the doorknob and push open the door, careful not to let the hinges squeak. Your sister’s room is almost completely dark except for a dim red night light on the wall opposite your sister’s bed. You softly close the door and tiptoe over to the bed where she lays. She’s beautiful like this, her skin is glazed with a layer of sweat and the room is filled with the aroma of her unwashed musk. She's lying on her back with her blankets in a bunch at the end of the bed. She probably got too hot. She’s only wearing a tank top and panties so you get quite the view. Well, mostly wearing. One of her tits seems to have popped out of her top and it takes all your restraint not to dig your fingers into the soft flesh of it and eagerly suck out the milk that’s probably not contained within. You sigh and climb onto the bed, straddling your sister’s sleeping form. You feel the sizeable bulge in her pants press into your crotch. Your sister had to do a specific HRT program that was designed to preserve her ability to procreate. She said she wanted kids when she grows up. You fantasize about her getting you pregnant and raising a family with you. You wonder if she’d ever had a fantasy like that before, It’s fairly likely considering the usual fetishes of teenage trans girls. 

The itch in your pussy that appeared when the idea of fucking your sister first occurred to you seems to increase in intensity at the thought of your imaginary incest family and you compulsively grind into your sister. She moans softly in her sleep but doesn’t wake up. You remember her being a pretty heavy sleeper when you two were kids. Now, it’s time for the main event. You pull down her panties to just above her knees and her 6 inch dick springs upward. You press your face into the tip and inhale deeply. Her smell is more intoxicating to your horny mind than any drug ever could be.You run your fingers through her bush as you continue huffing her thick, sharp scent. You reach back with your left hand and push your panties to the side to begin fingering your oozing slit. You’re so worked up that you cum after only a moment of stimulation. You wait for the wobbliness of your orgasm to subside before sitting up and finally aligning your pussy over your sister’s dick. You take a deep breath and push away the part of you that still thinks this is a bad idea, there’s no going back now. You let yourself drop and finally take your sister’s length inside you.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. It’s almost like your pussy was made specifically for your sister’s dick. Its natural curve causes it to press into all your most sensitive spots. You start slowly riding your sister. With each movement your mind is filled with another wave of indescribable euphoria. You glance at your sister who is now moaning consistently in her sleep. You pet her hair as your tight hole squelches lewdly on her cock. You put more force into your downward thrusts and press down hard, pushing your sister’s dick into the deepest parts of you that have never been touched before. The action alone brings your near the edge so you stop riding for a minute and grind, tickling your clit by tracing it over your sister’s pubes. You’re so horny now that you're barely even thinking, you start riding again but this time at a rather feverish pace.

You pound into your sister’s lower body and the squelching sounds are quickly drowned out by the clapping together of your bodies. You reach out and place your hands on the mattress you give you more leverage. Your sister’s dick reaches all the way to the end of your pussy and presses on the entrance to your womb, causing you to moan loudly in pleasure. That moan is joined by the chorus of your sister’s own moans which are increasing in intensity. It’s amazing she hasn’t woken up. Maybe she’s taking sleeping pills now? You shake off the thought, it doesn’t matter why she’s sleeping through it, all that matters is you using her like a dildo. 

Your orgasm builds up quickly and overcomes you before you can stop yourself. You squirt all over your sister and the sheets as your body is overtaken by the greatest feeling you’ve ever experienced. It feels like someone pumped pure ecstasy into your veins. Your body shakes but you keep riding, determined to make your sister cum as well. Your pussy pulses as you ride out your climax on top of your sister’s cock. You wonder if the increased tightness feels better for her as well, a question that is quickly answered as your sister’s dick begins to throb in your pussy. As much as you’d really like for your sister to get you pregnant you aren’t really eager to explain to your parents how you got knocked up without ever leaving the house except to go to the grocery store. You slow down and start pulling yourself off with the intent to do the rest of the work with your mouth, but a pair of hands on your hips pushes you back down instead. You look in horror at your sister who is very much awake and currently staring at you with more lust than you thought the human face was capable of conveying. “No” she croaks.

In an instant she’s sat up and rolled the two of you over so you are now below her with your legs pressed into your chest. She puts one hand on your hip and uses the other to cup your face. Your own big sister pulls you into a sloppy kiss while thrusting her cock deep into your cunt. You moan into her lips and tongue as she starts pounding you. She moans back into you and moves the hand on your hips under your shit to grope at your tits. You grab her still free-hanging breast with one hand and slip the other under her shirt and start rubbing her nipples causing her whole body to convulse. She breaks the kiss and buries her face in your neck. You feel the pressure of your third orgasm of the night begin to build. You breathily moan that you’re cumming and your sister increases her pace in responses. “I’m going to fill you with my puppies now ok.” your sister whispers in your ear. It sounds like a question but she is definitely not asking. She wraps both arms around your body and latches her teeth onto the soft skin of your neck and thrusts as hard and and as deep into you as she can while digging her fingernails into your back. The sensation overcomes you and you climax very wetly. The pulsing of your orgasm triggers her own and she begins pumping hot, thick seed directly into your womb. You both moan in pleasure and hold tightly onto one another’s bodies. The two of you lay still for a few minutes basking in the glow of each other. Eventually your sister rolls over and pulls your still-sensitive form against her.

“That was…the best sex I’ve ever had.” she whispers.

“...same…how long were you awake?”

“I got woken up by your moaning, so whenever you started doing that”

You suddenly actually process what just happened and jolt upright.

“What?” your sister asks dreamily

You stare at her in shock

“You wanted to fuck me!?”

Your sister is quiet for a beat.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you…I just never said anything cause, well, yeah…”

“Really?

“Uh huh, I’m a trans girl. We like sister sex. It’s like, one of our things.”

You lean over and kiss your sister slowly and with more passion than you’ve ever kissed anyone before. Your lips are locked together and you stick your tongue as far down her  throat as you can, almost like you’re trying to reach her heart. Your hands grapes at her har, her tummy, her back, every single part of her. The two of you keep making out for what might be minutes, or hours, you’re too enraptured to pay attention to time or space or anything at all really. You’re fully focused on your big sister. Eventually she pulls away and sighs contently.

“I love you sis” she says, running a hand through your hair.

“I love you too sis.” You get off of her and lay down next to her and bask in her warmth. “You might have actually gotten me pregnant by the way. I’m ovulating right now”

“WAIT WHAT”

The End