THE KINKY POET

Can we start to fuck

I stand like a statue your hands go slowly up your sexy skirt, you slowly slide your panties down your legs you naughty kinky flirt

You spin them on your fingers then drop them on the floor, I reach down and pick them up you turn around and flash your bum But I want to see much more

You run your hands across your curves you caress each gorgous tit, then I track your hand going lower as you start to stroke your delicious slit

You stare at me powerfully and start to suck your fingers slow, you run them passed your tummy i knew where they're about to go

You push them really deep inside yourself your gorgous wet pussy starts to drip, soon you're pussy's so very wet you begin to lose your grip

You throw your head back with each thrust you sigh and moan, I'm stroking my solid manhood whilst taking a kinky porno video with my phone

You put on a fantastic sexual show, I really can't believe my luck, soon I'm on the edge and can't wait no more I beg you can we start to fuck

THE KINKY POET 

On the prowl again

You're prowling around the bedroom it's plain to see You're in the mood, you're wearing the cutest see through baby doll normally you sleep in the nude

I pretend not to notice I keep my head down looking like I'm focused on my book, truthfully my eyes are fixed on you l can't help myself but look

In that sexy baby doll I can see all your gorgous shapely curves, you're a vision of loveliness much more than any mere man like me deserves

I put my book on my bedside table my attention is yours and yours alone, you start to do a sexy dance as a bumping and grinding tune comes out from your mobile phone

You slowly move closer my eyes fixed on you as your crawl up onto our bed, i reach out and pull you close passions flared but not a single word was said

Soon your baby doll was on the floor you spread your legs so wide, I couldn't wait for you to remove your wet panties so I just pushed them to the side

After making you cum i was soon balls deep inside your soaking slit, I loved to hear you sigh and moan each time my shaft runs along your clit

THE KINKY POET 

Sorry

Sorry about the interruption but I just got the urge looking at you dressed that way, you look so dam hot and sensuous I just had to take you right away

Yes I've messed your hair up and I've smudged your painted lips, sorry about ruining your dress but in my defense they're kind of flimsy zips

I know you were just going out the door and your girlfriends are outside in their car but it won't take long to get ready again can I drop you off to meet them in the bar

I'll go explain make some excuse whilst you're running late, I'll apologise on your behalf for not being ready to go out for your girls night date

But passion just took over me you looked like a gorgeous sexual feast, the next minute I had pounced on you like I'm some sort of ravenous sexual beast

You smelled so delicious I just had to grab myself a little bite, I hope i haven't pissed you off I'd hate to ruin your vibe on this month's girly night

Right you go get ready again I'll go and tell the girls your running late, again babe please forgive me if my sexual desires for you have wrecked your evenings date

THE KINKY POET 

Popping for a shower

Watching you walk around the house i watch you swerve and sway, you fill me with a burning desire I want you now, it must be time to play

You go into the bathroom you say your just popping for a shower, I see you take in your makeup bag that means your gonna be a least a hour

I settle back on the bed naughty thoughts are racing around my brain, finally the bathroom door opened and she had my full attention once again

She stood in the doorway the bathroom light shining through her lingerie, my God she looked incredible and it was obvious she wanted us to play

She glided across the room she crept on to the bed, by that time I was already hard and she licked her painted plump lips and began to give me head

She took total control for the night everything was done her way, I was her sex toy for the evening we did every game she loved to play

An evening spent with her in control i love it when she has the power, it was well worth the wait whilst she prepared herself under the disguise of just popping for a shower

THE KINKY POET 

Role play swop

I know I'm usually the headmaster and you dress up like the naughty school girl but how about we switch it up and give each other's role a little whirl

You can wear the teachers gown I'll wear short trousers tie and cap, you can tell me off for skipping class and give my bare legs a hefty slap

I wondered what it would be like to get some punishment from you, my minds often wandered to trying to guess exactly what to me you'd do

Stand me in the corner or perhaps put me across your knees, give me lines and the cane even before I get to speak would you even hear my pleas

When I'm headmaster it's easy to get exactly what I need, I just order you to sit up on the desk and spread your legs so as the headmaster I can feed

How would you get your way would you force me down between your thighs, would you be wearing no underwear it guess I'd have to wait for that surprise

When your bent over your great big desk would I get to call you miss, I'd want you to call me a useless naughty boy, I'd hope you'd curse and hiss

So do you fancy a role play swop I think it might be quite fun, I promise I'll do everything you say until I make my new headmistress cum

THE KINKY POET 

First session

Welcome to my kinky dungeon said the master to his brand new slave, you came here of your own free will to allow me to do all the things I crave

You can have a safe word but if you can take all I give without speaking a word out loud, not only will you be the first to do so but you'll make this master proud

First I'll tie you up to the ceiling beam then we'll move over too the bed, I'll start you off with some light flogging then see what pops into my head

As you can see I've array of kinky instruments all designed to make your pussy wet, spread your legs I want to see if the talks enough though we haven't really started yet

You'll find the lubricant quite cold but it will help the butt plugs in, are you ready now brace yourself it's time for me to push a small one in

Oh the paddles leaving a great mark, already you're beginning to form a welt, now I'm wondering what mark I'll leave when I use my leather belt

Well slave you've impressed me, you've taken your first session in your stride, most have screamed their heads off and nearly all of them have cried

THE KINKY POET 

My perfect kinky whore

I pick up your damp lace panties put them into my pocket they're my spoils of war, torn off you in the throws of passion you looked so hot dressed up has a sexy whore

Short skirt high heels stockings with your lace lingerie coloured my favourite red, the outfit you chose was exactly what I had inside my head

Finding you waiting on the corner i loved the way you asked did i want to fuck and when you told me it was for free i couldn't believe my luck

You took me back to your place you sat me on your big satin bed, you unzipped my trousers and once I was hard you began to give me head

Then you took off all your clothes laid down and spread your pussy wide, I slid slowly between your legs and pushed my solid shaft  inside

I began to move at a powerful steady pace you stuck your nails into my skin, you growled at me to go faster then raised your hips higher to take my cock right in

A night full of lustful dirty sex, theres no man who could ask for more, I love it when we play role play games you were a truly perfect kinky whore

THE KINKY POET 

Office play

I pressed the buzzer on my desk you opened the door and walked right in, you were in a pencil skirt stockings and high heels you were oozing sex and sin

I tell you take down my request your leaned forward showing me your lingerie, it was difficult to keep my mind on track I'm having naughty thoughts as we interact this day

I tell you to take a seat but you sit on the edge of the desk now i can see your stocking top, I just couldn't dictate the letters now, I knew I had to stop

You put down your note pad you leaned in and kiss my cheek, then you undo your skin tight blouse so I can get a much better peek

Soon your panties are on the floor you're on the desk with your legs spread wide, I'm kneeling between your thighs with my tongue push deep inside

Your grinding on my face you're grabbing me tightly by the hair, your pussy feels like the softest silk, you always keep it shaved and bare

Now I turn you around and take over the desk you loved it from behind, i pounded you hard and fast until we cum in a rough and nasty kind

THE KINKY POET 

The first actual strike

The first actual strike was quite shocking it certainly packed a vicious sting, though it made me wince a bit it also did the strangest thing

I felt a feeling come over me and excitement I didn't expect it most definitely changed my life and I'm forever in that ladies debt

She opened up my eyes to a brand new world some would call it a life of kink, it was like the dawning of a brand new day it was nothing like you'd think

I started to go fettish clubs I met some of the nicest folks, we often talked about our Vanilla lives and teased each other with kink filled jokes

Then I went to one gathering it was unlike the usual munch, sitting in a chair that looked like a throne was a woman with people sat around her in a bunch

She oozed a confidence that I'd never seen in my life before, she was calm powerful and so elegant I needed to get close to her I wanted to learn much more

And that was so many years ago now that goddess is my wife but still I remember the woman who struck me first and put me on this path for life

THE KINKY POET

Falling snow

Laying by a huge log fires light there's fresh snow falling right outside our door, where in the middle of the wilderness, alone who could ask for more

The fires crackling sending pretty shadows up on to the cabins wall, I watch our bodies shadows shape-shifting as together we both rise and fall

The heat inside is rising has our bodies begin to pick up speed, now I'm trying to control myself I'm desperate not to loose my hot and creamy seed

I don't want this evening to end our passions are burning bright, our bodies are now blended as one, as we make love throughout the night

The long sheepskin rug is so soft but it tickles on our sensitive skin, even in the throws of sexual tension i can't help myself but grin

The snow adds to our seclusion it's romantic with no one else around, laying in the cabins darkness our breathing and the crackling from the fire is the only sound

Nothing else matters tonight only the time we've got to share, these moments make sweet memories making these times so special and so rare

THE KINKY POET