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  • _scas_ 32w

    Dear Daughter

    Dear Daughter,

    As I write to you, I’m sorry for all the hardships I’ve given you lately. We both know that I won’t be with you for a very long time now, but don’t you cry. I’ll always be with you, and you know it. However, it hurts me to know that I’ll leave you so soon in your life. Neither will I get to intimidate the guy you’ll bring home, nor will I be able to see you as beautiful as an angel at your wedding, but that’s what life has brought us to. So, I’m writing this letter to you to say all the things that you should know, that I would have told you gradually, that I would have gotten angry about, that I wouldn’t have to say, if not for this pain in my heart.

    I trust you a lot. It fills my heart with pride to know what a fine young lady you’ve become. The way you took care of me and the house is commendable. And that’s the first thing. Be independent, my love. Society still frowns upon independent girls and women, unfortunately, but never let it get to you. Always do what you think is right. You will make mistakes, I’m sure, but again, that’s life. But I trust you will work on those mistakes, and turn out to be the best version of yourself. A version I can smile upon from up above.

    Now to the elephant in the room, boys. We both know how protective I’ve been of you, and I guess that’s every father, but you must know I was protective of you for the simple reason that most guys aren’t looking for a long time commitment in your age. And you, my dear, deserve all the love of the world. Don’t be with guys who bring you down, but rather the opposite. Guys do make mistakes, I did too. But your mom knew what mistakes could be forgiven, and what can’t be. You shouldn’t be with someone just because they look good, but bring a lot of drama in your life. Life already has a lot of complications, so you need a partner to hold you at the end of the day, and make you laugh. You should go to the guy who makes you feel at home. But before they know your worth, you should know it first. You’re worth the world, so never settle for less.

    Our world is a tough place to be for a girl. You will have to fight for the slightest of things. And so I want you to be strong. Strong enough to fight and fend for yourself, and other girls like you. I’m sorry that I won’t be a part of your fight or be able to save you from this world anymore, but I hope you find someone who is willing to fight the world with you soon. Don’t rush into things, be it friendships, career, or most of all, love. Sometimes, it’s all about the timing with a person. You might know a person for your entire life, but just one day you wake up and those feelings start harbouring in your heart as I did for your mom. Never shy away from telling someone how you feel. Life is short, so make the most of it. And love, everyone and everything. Fight, whoever tells you otherwise. Live, your life and through you, I will too.

    I’ll wait for you up here. Take care, princess. I love you.

    Love,
    Dad.

    PS, I’m sorry for leaving so soon.

    -SCAS.

  • _scas_ 34w

    TW: VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. NSFW. NOT MEANT TO HURT ANYONE'S SENTIMENTS.

    i knew it was going to be hot tonight
    when you kept my hand on your thigh
    as we sat next to each other
    in that hotel-restaurant
    surrounded by people.
    i knew you wanted me to explore
    and explore, i did
    when my hand glided inwards
    caressing your flesh, tickling it
    while my finger traced your entrance
    over your already wet lingerie.
    i rubbed my finger over and over
    just to tease you, and maybe
    to show you what awaits
    as i sided your panties in a moment
    to touch your naked womanhood
    only to insert a finger in.
    i knew you wanted to be used that night
    and your wish was my command.
    -
    you realized that i was not going to stop
    and tell me honestly, did you even want me to?
    because i remember your eyes going crazy
    giving me all the approval i wanted.
    you whispered your room number in my ear
    and i could see the lust in your eyes,
    as could you in mine.
    you set your clothes back
    for you did not want anyone to know
    the side of yours
    that i was going to explore that night.
    -
    i set off to your room
    and knocked twice
    only for you to open the door
    completely naked
    without an ounce of shame
    for we both knew what you wanted that night
    and i was going to give it to you.
    as i entered the door, and closed it behind me
    my palm was on your neck, choking you
    you only smiled, for i knew you liked it
    and then i leaned for a kiss
    as you went forward to kiss my lips
    i inserted two of my fingers to explore your insides
    sending a jolt up your spine
    for i was not going to kiss you just yet
    for you need to earn that. or perhaps i did.
    as i got my fingers out, i picked you up
    and threw you on the bed
    for you were going to be used that night
    and you knew it. you wanted it.
    i took off my shirt, as you pounced on my pants
    for it held something you wanted to hold
    and before you knew it, it was out.
    as you were exploring it with your fingers
    i opened your mouth for me to use
    and got down to business
    with my prick in your mouth
    all the way to the throat
    leaving you to gag on it.
    your hair were in my one hand
    helping me bob your head
    while my other hand choked your neck
    while i made sure you remember how my tool tasted.
    your eyes were wet already, with tears running down
    but i knew that you did not want me to stop
    i knew this is what you wanted
    when i saw those lusty eyes.
    i whispered degrading names to you
    which i knew turned you on
    nobody had used you like this before me
    and i was going to make sure that you never
    ever forget that night.
    -
    i then let my prick out
    while your tears mixed with your make-up
    and the cum dripping from your mouth.
    i pushed your head back
    to lie on your back
    as i kissed your nipples ever so gently
    only to play with the right one with my tongue
    while the left one was pinched and slapped.
    i kissed your navel
    while my fingers were inside you yet again
    leaving you to moan, and trying to grab the bed sheet
    that was going to be in your shape in some time.
    as i reached your wet clit,
    i blew on it, just to give you goosebumps
    to play with that inner slut in you
    as i started licking and eating it.
    i knew you liked it, for my head was
    wrapped between your thighs
    as they started to shiver when you came
    prompting me drink what was yours.
    as i got up from between your legs
    wet on the mouth
    you had the look every man longs to see
    but you see, i was not done yet.
    -
    when you least expected it
    my legs were between yours
    and i was in you
    prompting you to scream with pleasure
    while i did the dirty talking in your ears.
    you asked me not to stop
    and lucky for you, i had no intention
    as i got up from over you
    to raise your legs on my shoulders
    making me explore you even deeper
    and then your legs shivered again
    i knew what that was
    for i had hit your g-spot
    but was i done?
    i turned you around
    and held you back from your arms
    letting your breasts sway with every stroke
    while you filled the room with your moans.
    i held your hair back as well
    while i went as fast as i could
    and when i knew that you were going to shiver again
    and this time with an even more intensity
    for the way i held you
    i pushed your head in the bed
    as you let out yours, as did i
    for now, finally i was done
    and you took a breath of relief.
    -
    you slept on the spot
    for now you were tired.
    with a wet towel, i cleaned you up
    and then tucked you neatly in the blanket
    as i laid next to you
    with my arm over, hugging you
    not with lust this time, but with love.

    -SCAS.

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  • _scas_ 34w

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    Dear,

    I hope you’re doing fine. It is weird writing this letter to you because I’m not sure if you’ll read this or not. I mean, we might have met, or maybe it is yet to happen. But in any case, I’d write this out for you to read, possibly tonight, possibly a year in the future. That’s love, isn’t it? We never know when it’ll happen to us, and surely not when it can happen to someone for us. So I thought, I’d just lay down something for you to read if you start feeling something for me.

    I’m a broken person. My eyes don’t weep, but my heart does, every single night. And because I’m broken, I’m embarrassed now to share it with someone. Share my reasons with someone. Share my heart with someone. I’m too scared to love. Don’t get me wrong, nothing as such bad happened to me. But all the ‘could haves’ still haunt me, all the ‘what ifs’ still haunt me. Two simple words, put together have the power to tremble trillions. And I am one of them.

    I don’t feel love anymore. All I sense in a place where love should’ve been is sadness. And it’s not a pretty thing. I think about the love I should give out, and my heart sinks. I think about the love I should deserve, and my heart hurts, prompting me to think if I even deserve any of it. And that’s how I’ve been for some time now. My mind is a scary place, and if you have fallen in love with me, please remind me to not share it with you.

    I don’t wish to half-love you. You don’t deserve that. I’m pretty sure of what an amazing person you’d be, and I don’t want to bring you down, for me. I’m in a pit, where all I can feel is sadness, tension, stress, and where love should be, numbness. My heart is numb, and it’s not a fate I can make you a part of. So, when I politely tell you that I don’t feel the same way about you, just know that I can’t feel love. I’m not sure if I was meant to feel it. But you, my dear, deserve the love you give out.

    So, stop yourself if you can. I’m not worth your troubles, your tears.
    Love, on my behalf, but not me.

    Nothing, but love,
    SCAS.

    PS, I’m sorry if I break your heart. It’s for your own good.

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  • _scas_ 34w

    TW: Soft Sexual Content.

    We sit across the tables once more
    just like the four times before.
    Our conversations had gotten better
    but sadly, my jokes hadn’t.
    You still laughed at them though
    probably to not make me feel bad.
    You looked gorgeous yet again.
    I had started to wonder
    if you could even look bad at all.
    I mean, the way that one strand fell on your face
    and the way you’d tuck it behind your ear
    had my heart since you did it
    for the first time.
    -
    Though this was our fourth date
    we hadn’t kissed yet.
    My friends were adamant that
    you were there just for the food
    but I knew you felt something
    just the way I did.
    Four dates are nothing
    On a larger scheme of things.
    But you know, the closure I wanted
    The warmth of your body hugging mine.
    The way your lips looked when
    you’d tuck them in for a minute
    and then look into my eyes.
    I was worried if I had done something
    to shoo your feelings away.
    Because as the dates were going forward
    I wanted my lips on yours
    but only when you wanted them too.
    -
    As we got done with our dinner
    we stepped out of the restaurant.
    It was cold outside
    so trying to be a gentleman,
    I offered my jacket.
    You obliged and then held my hand.
    Sending a spark up my spine.
    “Walk me home?”, you whispered,
    as you leaned towards my arm
    trying to share the warmth of your body
    and your heart.
    And I just smiled.
    At that moment, all I wanted
    was to kiss your forehead
    and just tell you how much
    these four dates had meant to me.
    I mean, we were not
    from the same league.
    Anyone could see that
    you were way too perfect
    for someone like me.
    But I stopped, not wanting
    to invade your personal space.
    We walked all the way,
    flirting a bit in the middle.
    And then your home came around
    and I knew that was it.
    Another slightly perfect ending to a night
    With a perfect girl.
    And so, I said my goodbyes and turned around
    I heard you whisper my name,
    and you leaned up, for our lips to meet.
    I hugged your waist,
    while your arms were my shoulders.
    And when the kiss finally broke,
    all I could do was smile.
    It finally happened.
    -
    But that wasn’t it.
    “It’s so cold outside,
    You can come inside for a coffee, you know”,
    You said, blushing, shyly.
    And as I entered your house,
    I could smell the fragrance of you there.
    That house felt home to me
    because you were there, with me.
    We both couldn’t stop blushing,
    to the point where even my beard couldn’t save me.
    You made sure I was comfortable,
    only to show up with two cups of coffee
    that neither of us drank.
    You were on my lap
    as I got all the warmth I needed.
    “Come with me”,
    you said, as you held my hand.
    I followed you in the bedroom
    where we kissed again.
    -
    But after some time,
    something happened.
    As we were kissing,
    my hand went to your top.
    You stopped me and said,
    “I can’t do this”.
    I stopped there itself,
    but I needed to ask, “Why?”.
    “My body will shoo you away”,
    you said, to which I kissed your forehead,
    and then your lips,
    “I don’t think it can”.
    You reluctantly took off your top,
    to reveal a beauty mark on your navel,
    which I kissed.
    “I told you, you’re perfect”, hearing which
    you blushed, and my heart warmed.
    And before we knew it,
    I was only wearing you
    and you were only wearing me.
    -
    Suddenly, you were under me,
    and you pushed me down.
    I went down, kissing your breasts,
    navel
    and then your wet vaginal lips.
    I heard you giving out a little moan,
    and to add that, I let out a slight cold breath,
    and you called out my name this time.
    I just looked at you, smirking,
    and you let out a big laugh.
    Probably the time I first knew
    that you were the one for me.
    -
    After pleasing you for some time,
    we finally made love.
    Your body giving me the only warmth I needed,
    and your moans becoming a song to my ears.
    Your lips becoming the only thing I wanted to taste
    and your waist the only thing I wanted to hold
    for the rest of my life.
    It’s weird how
    not a lot of people talk about the laughs
    one share during the lovely time
    with the person, our heart wants more of
    every time.
    Not a lot of people talk about how
    a shy girl like you becomes
    a dominatrix in bed,
    showing me a side of yours
    that made you even more perfect.
    Beyond the limits, possible.
    But a lot of people do talk about
    that one laugh,
    that one smile,
    that one kiss,
    that one sex,
    that one moment,
    that makes us fall in love.
    -
    I guess, I just got that.

    -SCAS.

    PS, I’m sorry. I really don’t know how to do this.

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  • _scas_ 37w

    when you left me
    i knew you took a part of my soul
    with you.
    maybe to remember me
    at the best of our times
    at the worst of our times
    but you did take a part
    i did not know which one though.
    -
    i tried to search for it
    but i just could not find
    nothing seemed missing
    but yet something still did feel
    empty inside of me.
    a void in my heart
    a void in my soul
    that you had taken with you
    that was still trying to find
    you.
    -
    and then i stopped feeling
    any love for people around me
    i just could not love
    and i did not have a muse
    my love was still yours to have
    and so when you took away a part
    it was the part of me that cared
    it was the part of me that loved.

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    -SCAS.

    PS, it's a random. So don't come at me xD

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  • _scas_ 43w

    i would stand there
    in front of you, holding your waist.
    i would want you to rest your arms
    on my shoulders, play with my hair.
    for, for that moment
    you would be mine
    and i would be yours.
    -
    we would be in our personal space
    like in each other's dreams.
    i would start humming a song
    our song
    and i would know that you would join in.
    -
    holding your waist, i would sway
    dancing, with my eyes exploring your beauty
    and i would want you to look into mine
    and give me the love i would never think i deserve.
    not with words though
    just by the connection we would share.
    for that moment, everything would be perfect.
    -
    for me, it would be too hard to resist
    your pink lips calling for mine
    but i would be too shy to ask
    and you would know, knowing me.
    so you would take the mantle
    and lean up closer
    and for our lips would touch
    to give warmth to our hearts.
    -
    for two hopeless romantics
    broken by their pasts
    numbed by their pains
    would finally feel, at last.
    -
    only if, it comes true.

    -SCAS.

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  • _scas_ 44w

    *An open letter to the people I’ve lost*

    Hi. Now I know that you might not have expected this to come your way, given how our conversations just stopped. Be it just them fading out slowly, or something major happening to end them prematurely. But whatever happened, happened. I can’t change the way things took a turn between us. Believe me, I wish I could, but that’s just life I guess. So, as this horrendous of a year is coming to an end, I just thought I’d convey my feelings through this letter.

    I hope you’re doing fine. No matter how bad of terms we ended up on, I don’t wish bad for you. If we just drifted apart, I’m sorry that I didn’t hold you. But I guess that’s just how life is. But you must know, I still am here for you. There was nothing major that pushed our bond aside. So, I harbour no bad feelings for you. I hope you’re doing great in life, and just by the way, drop me a DM for a conversation sometimes? You have no clue how much I’ve missed our silly jokes or intellectual conversations. And I hope you remember me as I remember you. As someone, I loved having around. And I still would.

    If we had a fight to end things off, I’m sorry for my temper. If you knew me, you know how much I hate my temper, how much I hate my anger management issues, how much I hate overthinking some small things. And for that, I truly am sorry. Because of those fights, I’ve lost you, a friend who cared for me and for whom I cared too, before fucking things up. Now, to be honest, I do not expect you to talk to me again, and possibly rightfully so, but I really want to apologize to you for all the things I said about you. I probably didn’t even mean half the things, and it might just have been my mind playing tricks. I really do not expect you to even read this letter, but if you did, I’m just sorry for being the way I am when I’m angry. I can’t expect this from you, but I really hope you do not remember me as the person I became in the end, but as the person, I was at the best of our times. Because that’s how I’ll remember you.

    And you never know, someday we might cross each other’s paths. And as the person, as I am, I’d definitely say a greeting to you, and the ball would be in your court then, just like now.

    I still care about you.

    I hope, still yours,
    SCAS.

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  • _scas_ 45w

    i fear talking to someone new
    for i know how things will turn out.
    opening up would be the first step
    next would be talking the life about.
    -
    and i would start feeling special
    writing poetries in their name.
    opening up enough to show my vulnerabilities
    and crack a few of my jokes, lame.
    -
    and then things start to change
    only when they will have me feeling adored.
    and before i know it, conversations shrink
    and they move out of my life, bored.
    -
    i am not sure if there's something wrong with me
    and if i should keep my feelings shoved.
    because everytime i show them out
    i have to ask myself if i deserve any love.

    -SCAS.

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  • _scas_ 45w

    i know your faith in love runs thin,
    and after what you have went through, it's fine.
    but honey, do not give up on love,
    even if that love isn't mine.
    -
    but for now, do take your time,
    to assess what you are worth.
    but do not let this cloud your understanding,
    do not let hatred for love take birth.
    -
    for love, is all we have in this cruel world,
    acting as a smile at the end of the day.
    love did not harm you, but the person did,
    so why do you want to keep your happiness at bay?
    -
    do not punish yourself, my dear,
    for you did not deserve what you got.
    do not be afraid to love again,
    for i do not want you to miss a lot.
    -
    but yes, do not look for love this time,
    let love find you, even in these troubled times.
    even if your love would not be mine,
    do not be sad because of someone else's crimes.
    -
    you do not even know how pretty you are,
    and i assure you, you are worthy of love, and more.
    so please, sweetheart, i know it is tough,
    but do not cry, for it makes your throat sore.
    -
    you will get what you truly deserve,
    someone who looks at you like the prize you are.
    someone who is waiting for a chance to make you feel special,
    so please, do not push love too far.
    -
    for that is all, you and i have.

    -SCAS.

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  • _scas_ 46w

    #internationalwomensday

    *An Open Letter To All Who Identify As Women*

    Dear Women,

    First of all, happy women’s day. I personally didn’t use to believe in a special day to appreciate you. Having been raised by a woman who handled finances, household, and family(s), I was never under the impression that patriarchy existed. My father would give the utmost respect to my mother. And my mother would make sure that my father’s mental health wasn’t suffering due to the societal expectations placed upon him. So, I had no clue that there was any inequality among the genders until I observed other people around me. The first time I noticed was when a female teacher told a classmate, a girl, to sit like one. I questioned myself about what that even meant. I was 3 or 4, mind you. Probably my teacher was rightfully worried about the male gaze, prompting me to question, why can’t men care about it? It’s just a skirt she was wearing.

    As I grew older, I realized that this was everywhere. Patriarchy, as its called, wasn’t just bad for you, but men too. There is a reason why more men commit suicide than women. Ever since I was a child, I observed that boys were taught to not share their feelings. They were taught that this is what makes them a man. And to that, I called bullshit. That is when I became a feminist.

    We were taught that you are the weaker gender. And I still remember asking myself, how? I mean, you bring new life to the world. How are you the weaker ones? You carry a child in your bellies, bearing the pains all through and during labour. So, where did this notion of you being weaker came from? Were the past men so scared of women that they built a society to restrain women's wings?

    I keep questioning, only to conclude that men do owe you two things. First, an apology. For making you feel unsafe to go out, for not letting you wear what you want to, for binding you to our liking for generations, among countless others. Second, gratitude. For making our lives better, for making our world better.

    So,
    From a man who is confident of his masculinity, I’m Sorry and Thank You.

    Love,
    SCAS.

    PS, You need pockets. I’m tired of carrying your stuff in mine.

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