THE KINKY POET

Shared bathroom

The door was slightly open I could hear the showers on, I glanced in and saw your reflection I know I shouldn't have but my self control had gone

I saw a glimpse of your ass with the water tumbling down your back, I was mesmerized by the single thought I might get to see your crack

I stood there frozen trying my very best not to make a sound, inside I must say I was hoping and praying that you might turn around

Then the gods must of heard my prayer, you turned I got the perfect full frontal view, my god your bodies stunning, I couldn't help but look at you

Then I was taken over by this wild idea I got out my mobile phone, I took secret films and photo so I can watch them later when i was on my own

Watching you touch yourself as you made sure everywhere was clean, was like some sort of porno fim the likes of which I could only dream

My cock was now throbbing it was trying to burst out, I thought I will save it for later and play when no one is about

Then you turned the water off, you stepped out the shower, it was all over in a few minutes how I wished you had took a hour

I know we just share a house and I've nothing really to do with you but now I've a new appreciation for you, thanks for the shower view

THE KINKY POET 

My sexual needs

I lay out my stockings, my red lace lingerie and my dress, I go off for a shower my excitement I was having a real trouble to suppress

Hair done then make-up I look into my full length mirror and start to smile, I look great and feel sexy, I haven't felt like that in a while

I slip on my new high heels, I love the fact they give me height, I grab my car keys and a jacket I head out into the night

I parked in a well lit place, I walk up and check my outfit out before I opened up the door, I scan quickly all around having never been in this bar before

I sat at the barstool I was slowly sipping at a cool long drink, within moments there were men all around, it made me smile and think

Who am I sleeping with tonight, whose gonna be in luck, I chat with them all for a shirt while whilst deciding who I'm gonna fuck

I whittled them down quickly finally settling on the one, I whispered the offer into his ear, he answered he would come

Soon we were in the car, I drove until I found a quiet place, soon I had him in the backseat I was soon straddled on his face

I used him for my sexual needs then dropped him at his door, he invited me to come inside but I'd already got what I came out for

THE KINKY POET 

Just gone nine o'clock

Whilst standing in the office lift, everyone looks the same way, you're wearing a short sexy skirt I must take the chance to play

I move in close behind you, I slide my hand slowly up your skirt, I find a pair of crotchless lace panties you naughty little flirt

I freeze for a moment as another person steps inside, I slide my finger into you as we continue on our ride

Make circles deep inside I try to make you sigh and moan but you stay steadfast and silent pretending to be looking at your phone

I can feel you juicing up I can feel your pussy start to drip, I pull out my fingers gently I couldn't resist a little sip

Sadly we arrived at our destination we all got out on our office floor, soon I was at my desk when I heard a knock outside my door

"Here's the typing you asked for, is there anything else you need me to do, I'm glad you liked my sexy skimpy outfit I wore it just for you"

Ì told her go lock the office door then come and suck your bosses cock, its my favourite way to start my day and it's just gone nine o'clock

THE KINKY POET 

Kinky superstore

There's lace of every colour, but still my favourites red, P.V.C and leather, Latex play outfits designed for you in bed

Outfits for role play from princesses to a slutty dirty nun, school girls and slave dresses, shorts skirts are so much fun

Police woman with matching hats, the cuffs come free of charge, every conceivable dildos from basic ones to extra large

Nipple clamps and and floggers, paddles to cause a bruise, they seem to have some of everything but it's still so hard to choose

From light beginners stuff to the extreme side that's so hard-core, no matter what your level of kink is, here you couldn't ask for more

There's racks and whipping posts everything a well set out dungeon might need, everywhere you look There's something new that plants a kinky seed

I could spend a fortune here but I guess I'd still want more, I can't believe someone opened this enormous kinky superstore

THE KINKY POET 

Your mouth

Waves of desire crashing over me like the sea rushes to the shore, I've a urgent need to have you and I just can't wait no more

Bring yourself before me now get down on your knees, take my manhood in your hand it's time for you to please

Push my throbbing cock passed your plump painted lips, take my pre cum slowly using soft and gentle sips

Run your tongue slowly along me tracing every vien, that's absolutely perfect, you know how to melt my brain

That's it suck harder now it's time to pick up your pace, I love the way your eyes are always fixed upon my face

Take me deeper in your throat let my balls crash into your chin, I love the little chocking sound you make as you take me in

My hands are entangled in your hair I'm thrusting with all my might, soon I explode into your mouth, I'm now sated for the night

THE KINKY POET 

Friends with benefits

Oh my god I'm sorry I didn't know you were still at home, I was looking for a charger that fits my mobile phone

I didn't know you were in the living room playing with your toys, I'm feeling quite embarrassed, I normally see you as one of the boys

Sorry for staring my god your gorgeous you are so very fit, I'll just leave you to your ME TIME so you can get on with it

No, no I'm not blushing of course I've seen a girl before, just not one naked playing with herself on the front room floor

Of course I like what I see, yes that's me growing as we speak, it doesn't help with playing with your nipples, it's hot to see you tweak

I think I better go now, yes of course I'd love to stay, are you asking me to join you whilst you have a play

Soon she's sucking on my cock, I'm licking at her slit, I never imagined my house mate would have such a delicious swollen clit

It then became our secret friends with benefits some might say, who knew we'd end up like this, when I walked in on you that day

THE KINKY POET 

Sex show

Two ladies naked on a bed, both their to put on a kinky show, the lights dim the music starts, the spotlight swings in real slow

Two curvaceous girls start kising, the crowd begin to cheer, they just continue to have sexy fun, like there was no one here

Hands running wild on each other, nipples getting pinched and sucked, the crowd have paid good money to watch them both get fucked

Soon they are at either end both enjoying a sensual sixty-nine, both moving in perfect symmetry, they truly looked devine

Then one pulls on a strap on, it's a huge phallic cock, she enters her partner slowly, together the begin to rock

The crowd scream with every thrust, they want to see it go in deep, she pulls it out to show the crowd, as the used pussy starts to seep

The show goes on for ages the crowd throw money into a great big pile, the curtains go down the show is over but they're be a new sex show in a while

THE KINKY POET 

End our day

Exhausted and depleted I'm left here laying on the floor, body still shaking in ecstasy I cannot take no more

Marks from the nights passions feel tender on my skin, there be some reminders tomorrow from this night of sin

Clothes strewn everywhere I can still hear a buzzing from my toy, he could have at least turned it off that lazy poet boy

How the war started I must confess I'm not quite sure, I only gave him a kiss hello as he came through the front room door

It ignited his passions, like a grenade I pulled his pin, it sent him into a frenzy, he obviously must of been full of kinky sin

Kisses turned to touching, soon we were both naked having fun, he was buried deep in me, my nails were buried in his bum

Then we moved into our bedroom all the toys came out to play, he used me as his plaything, what a way to end our day

THE KINKY POET 

The perfect girl

Be still my beating heart can you hear it calling out your name, from the moment I met you things have never been the same

The Sun shines a little brighter, there's something magical in the air, I have small reminders of you, I see them everywhere

The redness of the deepest Rose, matches the colour on your lips, I watch the Bee feeding, I'm thinking of me on your Rose taking sensual sips

You're all I seem to think about I hear you in each song, the lyrics sound like poetry, the words I hear are about you they truly can't be wrong

People see me in the street they cannot miss my widening smile, I still have some sad days but I ain't had one for a while

Things just seem so much better now I've got you in my life, my struggles seem so far less stressful, you seem to calm my strife

So I know you're out there somewhere this poem is dedicated just to you, I know you're just a dream right now but one day you might be true

THE KINKY POET 

Your blow job

Kneeling before you I'm paying homage to your massive cock, I run my tongue along it's veins it thick and as solid as a rock

I put the tip to my painted lips then slowly slide it in, I taste your delicious pre cum as your balls reach my chin

I relax my throat muscles you start to thrust real slow, I'm now sucking you deep and hard trying to put on a oral show

You grasp a handful of my hair you have me in complete control, you time the depth and the pace, I'm now just your sucking doll

Pound me much faster I'm now so desperate for your cum, I grip hard onto your hips then stick my claws into your bum

You let out a stiffled scream you're now pulling at my hair, you force yourself in deeper I gag but I don't care

Your breathing gets faster, your getting close you're at your edge, I pick up the strength of my suck determined to push you off the ledge

I feel your balls tighten you shudder just before you cum, I swallow all your creamy seed, your blow job now is done

THE KINKY POET