THE KINKY POET

Stockings

I must confess i adore your shapely thighs drapped in pretty lace, a glimpse from under the outfit you've chosen for the day makes my heartbeat race

My mind starts racing I've naughty thoughts running in my head, usually of you in sexy lingerie tied down onto my four poster bed

It's amazing how the briefest glimpse of your thighs can make me start to daytime dream, I'm so happy to see a sneaky peak of you I feel like a fat cat who's got a bowl of cream

I wonder what you're thinking when you pick your outfit for the day, do I ever come to mind when choosing your stockings and matching lingerie

Now and then we catch each other and I love us being eye to eye, It takes every ounce of self control not to let out a very audible wanting sigh

I wake up every morning then rush off to catch my morning train, praying I've timed it right and I'll get to see you and your stockings once again

I get on the train and see you in your usual seat I try to get a view, i often wonder did she wear things to tease me i doubt she even knew

THE KINKY POET

My dream girl once again

A hunger washes over me whenever my dream girl comes to mind, I lay in bed and fantasize playing with her in a most very kinky kind

Tied up on my bed or bent over laying across my knees, spanking her bottom with a flat paddle ignoring all her moans, her sighs and plea's

Or laying on a picnic blanket in the middle of a big overgrown secret wood, taking her out in a public place the thought would feel so good

Or grabbing her in a cold dark night forcing myself upon her hard and fast, pinning her against a wall not sure knowing how long myself control would last

Ripping off her clothes and lingerie taking her roughly from behind, the thought of exploding my creamy seed into her just simply blows my mind

I'd get her to send me pictures of herself in lingerie I'd lock them in my phone, so I could look at her gorgeous curves anytime when I was all alone

A million different kinky scenarios play naughty scenes into my brain, punctuated solely by my lonely life until I think of my dream girl once again

THE KINKY POET

Fist for the first time

I've got you in my Dungeon you're tied down so very tight, i tell you im going to use you as my plaything, you're gonna be my sexual toy throughout the night

You are tied down legs spread wide I'm nestled in-between your thigh, i pause long enough to run my hands all over you, you were a feast for my hungry eyes

I started at your ankles kissing up to your awaiting glistening rose, my heart was pounding faster as my manhood throbbed as it grows

My lips brushed along your thighs I nipped at your gorgous skin, I left you a love bite mark a sweet reminder of where my passion had already been

My tongue glides across your clit furiously I lap up your pussy's delicious wine, I try my best not to waste a drop, your pussy's nectar was devine

Soon I'm sucking on your throbing clit i push a single digit deep inside, I then push more in one at a time until your pussy was spread soaking wet and wide

I finger fucked you until you cum but this night ended with a kinky twist, your juices soaked my hand so much I ended up giving you my fist

THE KINKY 

Whilst reading profiles I came across the awesome  profile name LOST IN LINGERIE 

It inspired a piece and with her permission here it is.

Thank you Lost in lingerie 

Enjoy peeps

Lost in lingerie

When I'm all alone in my bed my mind begins to race, I close my eyes and see very sexy images of you wearing soft red lace

Theres something about red lace lingerie i swear it is the best, I must admit though I like other sorts I guess i love the rest

Silky Teddies, a P.V.C skin tight suit, tops with straps and chains, all these outfits keep me awake at night i swear they flood my brain

A naughty schoolgirl outfit, or a very kinky sleazy nun, as long as you're wearing stockings and high heels you're gonna make me cum

In my dreams i tie you up in a Shibari kind of way, or make love to you in a field when its a outside sex sort of day

Sometimes it's soft and very sensual sometimes its hard and rough, either way is perfect and I just couldn't get enough

Whether I'm wide awake or dreaming you seem to come into my thoughts to play, i spend my life thinking naughty thoughts I'm forever lost in lingerie

THE KINKY POET 

Time goes by so slowly

The day goes by so very slowly I haven't been able to concentrate all day, my mind keeps wondering off to you dressed in sexy slinky kinky lingerie

I get pictures of you in my mind, wearing undies made of lace, just even thinking about you in matching bra's and panties make my heartbeat race

I imagine you in skin tight leather, or P.V.C that fits you nice and tight, oh I hope you're feeling hot later so we can at least play on line tonight

I know you've got silky lingerie i wonder do you have anything in my favourite lacey red, that's my go to outfit when I'm having dirty thoughts of you when I'm alone inside my bed

I want to tie you down to my bed, i would make the restraints nice and tight, so I could have total control and own your curvy body for the nught

I lay awake thinking what it would be like if you were not in my head and you were mine for real, I'd love to wrap you in my arms i can't help but wonder how your skin would feel

The time hasn't moved along to far, I try to force you out my head, so I can get back to work and save you for when I'm snuggled in my bed

THE KINKY POET

Make your pussy mine

As you slowly peel your clothes off i can feel my heart begin to race, I can tell you can see my chest rise and fall it shown plainly on your face

Each button takes an age then I get a small glimpse of lingerie, you are wearing my favourite red lacey set, you've really made my day

Your blouse falls to the floor you step out of your pencil skirt, you pull aside your panties with a smirk you're such a naughty flirt

Soon you are naked you kneel before me and begin to give me head, soon my knees are trembling and I move onto our awaiting bed

Now you lay on your back and invite me to feast between your thighs, I slowly lap out your sexual juices whilst listening to your happy sighs

You push my head in tight to your pussy then whisper tonight just eat me rough, I push my tongue deep into you, I just can't get enough

Once you've cum into my mouth and ive swallowed all your pussy's wine, I climb up and enter you its time to make your soaking pussy mine

THE KINKY POET 

Halloween funtime

Can we play dress up come on you know tonight is Halloween, you could dress up as the sexiest ghoul or ghost i have ever seen

Or maybe you could wear a skimpy black dress and hold a broom as if you were a witch, you could cast a spell on me that would make my rock hard cock twitch

It doesn't have to be scary you could be a police woman with stripes to show your rank, you could arrest me in handcuffs then give my arse a spank

Or you could be Valek from the film you know the one who is a demon nun, you could chase me around the house screaming i bet would be real fun

If I had the choice you'd be a sexy school girl, wearing stockings with your hair in braids, even though you've done it many times before the excitement never fades

You could be my very own dungeon mistress you could chain me to the wall, then use me and abuse me until I've given you my all

Oh come on baby let's play just put down your boring book, go into the dress up box and then come out and turn me on with a scary Halloween look

THE KINKY POET

To be owned

I want you to treat me like I'm a cheap and slutty whore, rip off my clothes and pretty lingerie and throw them carelessly across the floor

Force yourself between my legs I want to feel your rough unshaven skin scratching at my thighs, call me nasty names whilst your gaze is fixed upon my eyes

Roughly spread my roses petals push a few digits in me a prelude to our ride, even though I'm pretending to be fighting you off my needs are impossible to hide

Wrap your hand around my throat slowly squeeze it nice and tight, use this move to simply take control make me your sexual plaything for the night

I give myself to you do with me now anything you please, just take to sexual heaven at the end pleases don't be a bedroom tease

Force your mouth around my slit Your probing and flicking tongue feels so devine, I want you to get love drunk on my pussy's flowing wine

I beg you to just use me and abuse me, take my heart my mind and soul, do anything that pleases you, to be owned by you is my only goal

THE KINKY POET 

Prayer across the void

I wonder if she's out there I'm searching for my muse, someone to inspire my poetry a girl who will ignite my artistic and emotional fuse

Someone who makes my minds creative juices really start to flow, a goddess to make my  heartbeat pound and race or to make it calm and slow

Someone who would inspire me with a kinky chat or a naughty pic, someone I can have naughty thoughts about whilst stroking my hardened dick

Someone to share fantasy's with a  woman to be my other better half, someone I can chat on serious issues with and of course a girl who can really make me laugh

Someone who's very honest she must be loyal, true and also very kind but with a very secretive nature of the utmost saucy kinky  kind

Oh i pray I find her soon, I cannot count the tears I've shed, my imagination brings both pain and pleasure whilst I lay alone upon this bed

So tonight I send a prayer out across the void hoping it finds a girl, the one who willing to be my poetic muse and my submissive girl

THE KINKY POET

Naughty boy

Oh I've been a very naughty boy it looks like I'm going to get a smack, will my mistress use her favourite paddle it gives an almighty wack

She's called me into her study it looks like going over her big Oak table, I must try to remember not to smile even though I'm not sure I'm able

She tells me to stand in front of her as she tells me off once more, I do not move I stand like a statue with my eyes fixed firmly on the floor

I hate being told off by her there's always so much disappointment in her tone, swear I feel like i could cry if I was left here on my own

Soon I'm across her desk awaiting the first initial sting, though it's quite shocking I love the pain and pleasure the first hit always seems to bring

The shock rolls over me like a euphoric wave of sexual pleasure, these are the kinky moments I live for each wack i adore and treasure

After a sound thrashing I'm told to behave and sent back to my room, alone I lay on my bed the come down from my spanking always feels my heart with gloom

THE KINKY POET