Amal's Amalgamation of Creativity Notebook

[Amalgamation]

First things first, I need a place to keep my ideas, because whenever I'm on here and I'm feeling the urge to create, I lose more stuff than I can keep in my head. So this is an idea space. A fantasy generator. A hangout spot. An impromptu picture thread? Doubtful, but you never know. It's whatever it becomes. i think I want to get back into story writing, so I'm going to try this as a springboard and see what becomes of it.

So there you have it. Feel free to craft your own stuff as well. Who knows what spark of creatively sexual genius might come to you.

Come on in. Say hi! Chill a bit!!

Peace!️

 

[Amalgamation]

"Clink.....clink........"

The sound of his loosened belt buckle tapped softly at her bedroom door. She knew he was there. This time of night after hanging out with his friends always lead him to her room first. There would be rum on his breath. His movements would be slow and clumsy, but he was there. Tab laid in her bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. Against her better wishes, she heard her heart beating furiously. Her previously warm hands now became cold and clammy. She shivered.

"Maybe he won't come in this time", she tried reassuring herself, but even as the thoughts began to fade, the rustle of the doorknob told her that she was only thinking wishfully. As much as she hated him when he came home like this, the clinking of that belt buckle sounded to her as a hypnotic clock, ticking off the seconds until she would be lost in his trance.

"Clink....clink....clink....creeeeaaaaaaak"

She closed her eyes tightly as the door opened. A slim beacon of light filled the corner of the room before settling into her psuedo sleeping face. Opening one eye just a bit, she saw him there, clothing ruffled and unkempt. His pants were opened, one side hanging almost down to his knees. She saw his eyes, and the malice there sent a shiver from her neck, down her spine, and between her legs, and as if right on cue, her eyes went to his hands.

The belt.

It was wrapped around his fist.

And the buckle hung loosely toward the floor.

Tab grinned to herself.

"You want to play it that way? Come on then."

"Clink....clink..."

 

[Amalgamation]

Canvas.
You are my canvas.
Undefiled until my
Brush paints you with a heavy hand
And heavy strokes..
Slaps, and taps..
And braided rope.
And you hope the knots will come..
Down that rope your juice will run..
In those knots, your body cums..
And hums like a well oiled machine.

Canvas,
You are my canvas..
The picture where my evil dwells..
Illustrating heavenly hells
Where i ring your bells and
Cause your swells
With waves that surely signal a death knell...
Well....
Dipping brush from north to south...
Let my paint drip in your mouth...
Or we'll find another route..
Destroying rooms in perfect house.
Cunt and ass...tongue and hands..
Legs and thighs sore...
Don't you move.
Hold that pose, as knots grow tight..
Ropes will hold Slut still all night...
To be sure I paint you right.

Canvas,
You are Mine...
My Canvas.
Beautiful mess from deranged brain..
Trace your wicked tongue across vein..
Taste this mix of muse and Master..
Batten down and take me faster..
Harder, don't you want acclaim
Scribed on you...my fucking name.
Claimed and sealed...
Our deal complete...
The studio melted...
From
Our
Heat.

 

[Amalgamation]

Something I'm working on


https://www.***********/s/mj23gl3c8m189ez/Oooo You.m4a?dl=0

 

[Little_Sister]

"Clink.....clink........"

The sound of his loosened belt buckle tapped softly at her bedroom door. She knew he was there. This time of night after hanging out with his friends always lead him to her room first. There would be rum on his breath. His movements would be slow and clumsy, but he was there. Tab laid in her bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. Against her better wishes, she heard her heart beating furiously. Her previously warm hands now became cold and clammy. She shivered.

"Maybe he won't come in this time", she tried reassuring herself, but even as the thoughts began to fade, the rustle of the doorknob told her that she was only thinking wishfully. As much as she hated him when he came home like this, the clinking of that belt buckle sounded to her as a hypnotic clock, ticking off the seconds until she would be lost in his trance.

"Clink....clink....clink....creeeeaaaaaaak"

She closed her eyes tightly as the door opened. A slim beacon of light filled the corner of the room before settling into her psuedo sleeping face. Opening one eye just a bit, she saw him there, clothing ruffled and unkempt. His pants were opened, one side hanging almost down to his knees. She saw his eyes, and the malice there sent a shiver from her neck, down her spine, and between her legs, and as if right on cue, her eyes went to his hands.

The belt.

It was wrapped around his fist.

And the buckle hung loosely toward the floor.

Tab grinned to herself.

"You want to play it that way? Come on then."

"Clink....clink..."

 

[Amalgamation]

Hey! A visitor!!!

 

[BlackCashmere]

I, for one, am so happy to see you back...You are a breath of fresh air...I so love your spirit and tenderness and light...You are so creative and thoughtful, so this thread is a lovely idea and I will be looking for it...

 

[Amalgamation]

I, for one, am so happy to see you back...You are a breath of fresh air...I so love your spirit and tenderness and light...You are so creative and thoughtful, so this thread is a lovely idea and I will be looking for it...

Another visitor!!! Hey BC. You're always welcome as well.

 

[Amalgamation]

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Are you malfunctioning badly?
Why does she not see who she is
Instead she see’s distortion.
Why don’t you show her beauty
Instead of pain or woe,
Choosing instead to break her down
When up is where she should go?

Mirror, mirror, you’re just sick
Making her feel like she’s an ick
Reducing her status in her own eyes.
Don’t you see her crying eyes?
Playing stupid fun house games
Driving this princess madly insane.
Ruining her hope for finding joy
And now its me that you annoy.

Mirror, Mirror, I think its time
You either shape up, or hit the floor.
I can’t stand by with tearful eyes
And watch this abuse anymore.
She is a beauty, tall and strong
She is so gorgeous, men should throng
She is so graceful, I’m enthralled
Yet you’re intent on causing her fall.
I’m ending this crap right here and now
She deserves to be loved
But until she loves herself
All my intents are moot.

So mirror, mirror, make the choice
This is your day of reckoning
I either break you into pieces
Or you have a change of reasoning.
Your treason either ends,
Or you end, scattered all over.
You tell her that I lover her
And that she’s something special
And that she’s more than worthy
Of the adoring and the fawning.
You’d better tell her mirror,
I’m standing up for her rights.
You’ve muted her for too long.
You’ve been too wrong.
Killed her song.
And it stops.

Now.

 

[sunshinegirl05]

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Are you malfunctioning badly?
Why does she not see who she is
Instead she see’s distortion.
Why don’t you show her beauty
Instead of pain or woe,
Choosing instead to break her down
When up is where she should go?

Mirror, mirror, you’re just sick
Making her feel like she’s an ick
Reducing her status in her own eyes.
Don’t you see her crying eyes?
Playing stupid fun house games
Driving this princess madly insane.
Ruining her hope for finding joy
And now its me that you annoy.

Mirror, Mirror, I think its time
You either shape up, or hit the floor.
I can’t stand by with tearful eyes
And watch this abuse anymore.
She is a beauty, tall and strong
She is so gorgeous, men should throng
She is so graceful, I’m enthralled
Yet you’re intent on causing her fall.
I’m ending this crap right here and now
She deserves to be loved
But until she loves herself
All my intents are moot.

So mirror, mirror, make the choice
This is your day of reckoning
I either break you into pieces
Or you have a change of reasoning.
Your treason either ends,
Or you end, scattered all over.
You tell her that I lover her
And that she’s something special
And that she’s more than worthy
Of the adoring and the fawning.
You’d better tell her mirror,
I’m standing up for her rights.
You’ve muted her for too long.
You’ve been too wrong.
Killed her song.
And it stops.

Now.

Love this.....many women (men, too) need to be lifted up.

 

[Amalgamation]

Love this.....many women (men, too) need to be lifted up.

Hey Sunny!!

 

[sunshinegirl05]

Hey Sunny!!

Hey Amal!

 

[NorthRockJohnson]

Beautiful stuff, man! Keep it up!

 

[Amalgamation]

Beautiful stuff, man! Keep it up!

Feel free to drop off some of your own stuff in here. No matter how perverted. Lol

 

[Amalgamation]

Rise

Its time to rise.
You’ve stayed in the bed,
You’ve strayed into despair.
You’ve sat in depression.
You’ve waded in tears.
You’ve dried up in disgust.
You’ve cut off yourself.
You’ve become a shell,
A faded shadow, a waif, an ideal.
You’ve solely become history,
A memory, a figment, a destiny destroyed.
A dream deferred, dejected and dismissed.

Yet…
For all the damage done,
Your heart still beats.
Your eyes still blink.
Your veins still conduct.
Your blood still flows.
Your skin still feels,
And while it may hurt
The numbness is fading away.
Your strength remains.
What he tried to kill has remained alive.
I see the fire yet burning inside.
I see that slight twinkle hiding in your eyes.

For you are woman…
Your identity was not forged by him,
Nor by hurt, nor by pain,
But by an unmistakable
Undeniable
Indiscriminate fact that
You are stronger than circumstance
You are fiercer than fear.
You are resilient
And you overcome,
Your push through, and you win.
Its time to rise.
Get up.

 

[barefootgirl69]

your notebook. Thank you.

 

[Amalgamation]

An Oldie

Is it bad that I want to make you
Cum? That I want
To make you
Run
Up the walls after you have
Succumbed?
Is it bad that I want to spank your
Buns? And make them all warm..
While i admire how your skin
Brightly burns?
You turn me on..and
You light a fire,
And
You've started a blaze that has raised
My attentions.
And i wish i could attempt
To earn your affectation,
But words get in the way,
And then daydreams start to happen.

Is it bad that I wanna bring a smile to your face?
When i emerge from between your thighs
With your cream on my
Face?
Not just a little taste,
But then my hands around your waist..
Taking you from behind
While pillows cradle your face?
It's not a race, more like a marathon..
Quickening the pace as your body starts to
Quake...and
Shake..
And thrusting and pushing
Until your words gush,
And you can't trust your body
Cause the feeling is....such..

Then again, maybe I talk too much.
Then again, if i could reach out and touch..
You'd want me to make you
Cum.
You'd want me to have you
Run
Up the walls while you succumb to what
I've done.
Cause, well..
I want to...
To you...
Do you...
Ooooooo.

 

[Amalgamation]

your notebook. Thank you.

Thanks, BFG! See? I'm not all perv.

 

[jameslewis]

You have so many great talents - it's good that you're putting them on display where they can be appreciated.

 

[Hornblende]

You have so many great talents - it's good that you're putting them on display where they can be appreciated.

I agree!

 

[Amalgamation]

Thanks guys! That means a bunch coming from two gents I respect.

 

[Amalgamation]

Words

ok...my morning thought
Words dripping like a broken faucet.
Plip...plop...plip.
Drops echoing like thunder through a small room.
Splashing moldy floors,
Leaking through doors
Causing slips, trips, and falls
Stumbles easily avoided.
Floorboards rotting, cracks expanding.
Bowing deeply from the slight pressure
Of soft steps landing.
If only the faucet had been fixed.

Words dressed up in a mini skirt.
Sitting in the corner of the club,
Drinking an appletini,
Showing much love.
Buxom as hell, catching eyes in a net.
Profile like whoa,
Players don't stand a chance.
Choosing her prey, she makes his day.
Until the cruel bitch gives him the itch.
She's been used before, so its all she knows.
Then she reapplies lipstick
Before she gives her next blow.

Words laying in bed beside the woman he loves
Preparing bs, as he gives her a rub.
"It's not you, its me" comes the flash of the bomb
Watching her recoil, pats himself on the back
Then exits with incredible aplomb.
Father, husband, yet boyfriend and lover.
Shattering one world, then building another.
A czar of the worst kind, promising life
Then leaves death, extinguishing the sparks of life.
Serial rapist of the first order.
No borders, no hoarding,
Merely finagling strings.
He's Gepetto.

 

[SquirtnBrat]

ok...my morning thought
Words dressed up in a mini skirt.

Choosing her prey, she makes his day.

Then she reapplies lipstick
Before she gives her next blow.

"It's not you, its me" comes the flash of the bomb
Watching her recoil, pats himself on the back
Then exits with incredible aplomb.

He's Gepetto.

Loved this piece.
Great lil notebook you got started here.