Karen LaRue
Bio
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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Rosie Wants to Play
Rose and Lydia had been dating for three wonderful weeks. The passion they had for each other just kept growing. There were flowers and plants and little pastries that were almost too cute to eat. They sang songs together and danced to the radio in the kitchen after dark. It was lovely and beautiful and a fairy tale romance. It was the perfect place for something so beautifully dark and deviant to bloom.
By Karen LaRue8 months ago in Filthy
Rose Meets Her Violet
It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the flowers were all in bloom. Rose loved spring. The energy made her feel alive. You could see the joy radiating from her as she walked down the street. It almost seemed as if she was floating.
By Karen LaRue8 months ago in Filthy
Sundress Season
Jennifer slid the bright yellow sundress on over her head. She liked the way she looked in it. She knew it was fun and flirty. It came right above her knees normally, but as soon as she bent over, it rode up just enough so that you could almost see everything. It would get the attention of anyone around who’s attention could be gotten. She also wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She didn’t want anything in the way of the morning she wanted to have.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Sara's Feeling Slutty
Sara had a rough week. Work was stressful. Her parents were asking yet again about when she was going to get married. Her hot water had been out for three days and the dishes were piled up. Nothing was going her way. She was frustrated and grumpy and needed to blow off some steam.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Resetting Renatta
She was feeling violet and irritable. She wanted to fight. It had been a bad morning, followed by a bad afternoon, followed by a bad evening. Anything and everything had gone wrong. It felt like every neuron in her entire body was firing at once. She walked in the door and dropped her purse on the table. Fuck this shit.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
A Moonlit Rendezvous
Luna looked around. She liked being out here after dark. It made her feel mysterious and powerful. She was dressed in her best goth outfit. A long, black lace skirt and fishnet thigh highs, her black platform patent leather boots, and a latex corset that made her ample chest pop out so far that her breasts were almost at her chin. Her makeup was thick and dark, with little hearts on her cheekbones and perfectly winged eyeliner. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by two hair sticks, crossed at the top. Her perfume was exotic, with notes of myrrh and sandalwood. She wore a blood drop choker and matching earrings, with black rubber bracelets on both wrists. She had decided to go without panties. It would be easier that way.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Bobby Beds Belinda
Bobby had known Belinda since grade school. They met at recess. She was swinging on the big swing in her pretty pink dress. She was singing “Every Rose has It’s Thorn” at the top of her lungs and swinging her legs. Her brown hair was flowing, and it captured his 9-year-old heart.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
She Just Can't Help Herself
She couldn’t stop thinking about it. All day every day. She wanted them all in her mouth. Until now all she had done was think. Her parents were strict and watched her like a hawk all through high school and college. She wasn’t allowed to date or be alone with boys ever. They treated her like a child sometimes. She still loved to dress in the fluffy pink outfits though. Mary Beth was hyper-feminine and proud of it. Always in make up, always dressed to the nines. Always just so cute.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Layla Lays Down the Law
His socks are on the floor. Again. Every day she picks up after him before she goes to work. Every day he spends all of his extra time playing video games. Sure, they both have full time jobs, but she has two. She comes home and does everything. She’s so frustrated, and so tired of talking to a blank wall.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Making Joan Moan
Joan knew that this was no normal Friday night. She had arranged everything in advance, she knew exactly what was going to happen. As she slipped her pink sundress over her head, she briefly considered going without panties but decided that excitement dripping down her legs on the way to up to the hotel room would draw a little bit too much attention. She put on just a touch of blush, some eye liner, and mascara before finishing up the look with a nice, neutral lip shade. She snapped a quick selfie before slipping on her flip flops and heading out the door. Tonight’s the night. Her fantasy is finally coming true.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Vespera is All Wet
Vespera was lost. She was on her way to the kink convention, dressed to the nines, and ready to get it on with everyone she could find. She was definitely in the slut stage of hr life and she was living it out to its full extent. She was looking so forward to slutting this weekend at the convention too, but not here she was, wondering around under the full moon on this dark road with a flat tire, no spare, and no cell phone signal to call for help. It was Friday night and "the only thing that might be going on around here would be some sort of fucking church revival," she thought to herself. It wasn't but about twenty feet down the road till she thought she might have heard just that. As she got closer she could hear that the music was more country than gospel though, and see the campfire with blankets around it, and about a dozen county boys, right around her age, 22 or so, hanging out and having a boys night.
By Karen LaRue3 years ago in Filthy
