It Buzzes

by Michelle Goulevitch

I’m aged about six
and I’m up way too late.
I’m placed on the couch
and instructed to wait.

Nightman is now naked
and shows me more porn.
I’m being groomed
for my role as his whore.

We watch the blue movies
like regular TV.
‘Deep Throat’ was his favorite,
this one really scares me.

My younger brother
is in bed for the night.
I’m now alone with Nightman,
no escape from this plight.

He speaks in hushed tones,
he has a surprise for me!
I am excited and wondering
what it might be.

I’ve never seen such a thing,
I don’t know what he hands me.
It looks like a banana
and it buzzes like a bee.

He takes the device
and uses it on me down there.
He wants me to do it myself
so he can sit back and stare.

I am shy and confused
and I don’t understand.
What is this thing?
I don’t want it in my hand.

It feels weird and warm,
I say I need to go pee.
It became a regular activity
for him to use this on me.

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