Universal Force of Attraction

This my original story, characters and poems.


Sara opened her notebook and found the two poems she had posted to Adult-Fanfiction. Her poem titled Melt and Moan had come to life, played out with Robert last night. The other poem she posted, titled Cricket Noises, she wrote after hearing crickets one night outside her window right before she feel asleep. The next day jotting down some words about her dream, she came up with the poem. And it could have been a forewarning to herself of her big mouth and how talking about someone behind their back could bite her in the ass, better yet, shove her foot in her mouth. She had no idea why she wrote it or what circumstances led her to put those words together, only that she remembered hearing crickets chirping. She read it to herself one more time,

I dreamt of cricket noises tonight
and the crickets as monks,
dressed in green grass robes
chanting “mea culpa, mea culpa.”

They pirouetted
on a swollen tongue of grass
and their little green wings fanned
an open fire upon it.

And I saw words
coming out of the flames,
words that I had spoken
and they burned me.

Ironically, the day after she posted the poem, she had created a very bad working situation that her broker was not happy about at all and had to eat her words and apologize to Lynn, a co-worker, for insulting her. She had been telling some other co-workers about Lynn’s behavior towards a certain client. She mocked how Lynn had gestured when on the phone, mocked how Lynn always threw her hair back and the words and mannerisms that Lynn always used. What Sara didn’t know was that Lynn was around the corner and heard every word. Making it worse was the fact that everyone was laughing at Sara’s impersonation. Lynn was devastated and ran out of the room and the office crying. Sara had gone over to Lynn’s house to apologize, but the damage was done. Lynn listened and then told Sara she had to go. Sara’s broker chastised her for her unprofessional behavior and Sara had heard just today that Lynn might be moving to another real estate firm. Lynn just couldn’t work there any longer. She was humiliated and would never be able to face her co-workers.
All of this happening in the last two days, each time after Sara had posted a poem the night before on the AFF site. Coincidence? She wasn’t sure. Freaky? Positively. Sara had always been into poetry all through school, not so much reading it but writing it, it was part escape, and partly a way for her to express herself in things or in ways she would never outwardly expose. Now however she was being fully exposed by her poems in a physical way.
Sara picked up her pen, held it to her mouth and decided that she would try another poem on the AFF site. She needed to, for her own piece of mind, rule out any weirdness or relationship between her poems, the AFF site and her reality. It would have to be something erotic and sexy, so at the very least she could enjoy it if something did happen. Not a Lucy like poem. She also decided that she would stay away from Robert tomorrow, just in case there was something weird happening between them and she was writing what she wanted Robert to do to her in some subconscious way. She pondered posting a poem she had already written or writing a new one. She paged through her notebook, glancing at some of the more erotic titles, Table Talk, Bliss and Bloom, Gleam and Glisten, Ice Flow, Throb and Thrill. They all gave her goosebumps, even in the streaming bath water. She decided on Throb and Thrill. This poem would have to meet extreme circumstances to actually happen. She had originally wrote it a few summers back after she had been at an outdoor party at a forest preserve.
She had gone to the bathroom and then trying to find her way back to the party she got twisted around in the woods and stumbled upon a young couple getting it on. She froze behind the bushes that hid her. She wanted to turn and run but didn’t want to frighten or ruin what they had started. The forest where they were wasn’t completely dark because of the parking lot lights nearby which cast an eerie bluish color over the woods. The guy stood behind the girl, his hands on her hips as they swayed together, like they were dancing. It was obvious to Sara that the girl was pushing back with her ass into his crotch. She watched as well as she could with the dim lighting as the guy unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and placed it under the girls skirt. She backed into him, bent over slightly and started moaning. He lifted her sweater over her head revealing her naked breasts and tossed it to the ground. He spit into his hands, reached around and began massaging her breasts. In the soft light, her breasts glistened from the moisture. Sara continued to watch as their movements quickened, then both moaned together a short time later, redressed and walked out of the woods. Sara was completely turned on, remembering that she eventually found the party, flirted with an ex-boyfriend and fucked him in the back seat of his car not long after. The next day she put together her poem, using what she witnessed in the woods as her outline, but creating a betrayal scenario, a secretive or clandestine meeting between two people caught up in the moment. She read it to herself out loud,

This tempting betrayal
slipped under the skirt
and the midnight air
that clings to her breast
eases the guilt
by which they’re exposed
by the longer he takes
with his imposing shape
breaking down her will
to evolve this dare
to throb and thrill

This would be the poem she would post tonight. She had to do all she could tomorrow to stay away from Robert, find something to do with someone else who could either witness what would happen or whom she could tell it to after something did happen. Up to this point she had told no one of the relationship between her poems and what was happening to her. The only one she could trust with any of this would be her best friend since high school, Maggie. She would drop in on Maggie at her store in the morning and see if they could get together after work.