THE KINKY POET

Another piece inspired by a conversation with my kinky friend Creidsinn. It was a fantasy read I was inspired to put in rhyme. Thank you for the inspiration I loved the challenge 

Planting seed

Working in the garden feeling the warm rays of the Sun, there appeared a shadow over me and a firm hand on my bum

I turned my head to see him, the bright Sun obscured my view but I knew what he wanted I knew what I must do

I followed him into the kitchen I washed off all the soil earths dirt, then I turned to face him, now it was my turn to start to flirt

I walked bodly up to him, in shock he backed up until he couldn't move, pinned up against the counter I was now in a horny groove

He reached out to touch me I shook my head and went down on my knees, I was now the one in charge it was him I chose to please

I could see his manhood through his jeans, I slowly undid his zip, the sight of his throbbing cock made me lick and bite my lip

I took him gently by the hand he rested his hands tangled in my hair, I slowly kissed his helmet, just showing his cock some tender care

Slowly I swallowed him, I pushed him deep passed my hungry lips, I held onto him tightly with both hand on his hips

I felt my gag reflex go, I loved the gorgeous sexual flinch, I opened my mouth wider I wanted to take in every inch

He slowly began to use my mouth, he pushed his length right in, I felt the base of his cock I felt his balls brushing on my chin

Soon I was sucking hard, me and his will power were in a sexual war, who would last the longest, he began to shake but I just wanted more

I slide my finger around his ass and play patterns on his ring, he tensed with excitement he loved that sort of arse play thing

Now he was pounding my mouth, he was close to planting his creamy seed, he let out a little scream and it signalled I'd done my oral deed

THE KINKY POET 

Some full moon fun, thanks Creidsinn for the idea of a prey scenario

The hunter, hunted

The moon was shining brightly, I feel the hunger deep inside me tonight, I'm going on a kinky man hunt, I need to feed this night

The full moon brings out the beast in me, I'm a creature of the dark, I love the feeling that I get, I adore its kinky spark

My senses are heightened I swear I can smell my hunted prey, they've chosen to be out at night, now I want to play

I find myself a quiet spot to wait, it's time to  ambush him hard and fast, I will force myself on him, I wonder how long this man will last

Soon he's on his back and I'm astride him clawing at his skin, I grab his cock until it goes hard then I start to guide it in

He was turned on now, he started to pound me I could tell he was gonna to cum, then to my surprise he pushed a finger up into my bum

At that moment there was a power exchange, he whispers "Did you enjoy your moonlight hunt, it was I who allowed you to capture me, now I'll own your juicy cunt".

From the hunter to become the hunted, truly was a kinky shock but it was worth letting him take control, he had such a massive cock

THE KINKY POET 

After a interesting chat with my friend  Creidsinn, she told me of a fantasy she had about watching and joining a friend oooooh you naughty girl

Joining in

I wake up it's late at night, I'm desperate to get a drink, I climb off my friends sofa and go off heading for the sink

As I walk passed her bedroom I heard a familiar sound, the door was slightly ajar and as a voyeur I was duty bound

I moved in closer, soon I was in position for a better view, I could see your boyfriend going down on you

Your legs were over his shoulders your hands holding tight onto his head, he was eating like a starving man, you were flat out on the bed

I began to feel a dampness I couldn't help but stroke my thighs, I got close to my throbbing clit, I slipped out some little sighs

I was frozen standing now I was the one plainly there on view, together you both looked at me, I didn't know what to do

They gestured me to come inside, I climbed onto their bed, next she was eating me and I was giving the boyfriend head

Being taken hard by him whilst she was kissing me real rough, I got fucked hard and fast that night, they just couldn't do enough

Changing position I even filmed them with my mobile phone, small snippets as reminders to watch when I'm on my own

I woke up in her arms, I looked at her and began to smile, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, I didn't want to leave there for a while

THE KINKY POET 

All day play

I love an all day seduction it really is such kinky fun, teased right throughout the day, and I'm never allowed to cum

Waking in the morning feeling him kissing between your thighs, nibbling around my Rose, forcing me to release small sighs

Just when i spread myself ready to have his tongue inside, he moves away from me and whispers, it isn't time to ride

So i go into the kitchen you put a fresh pot of coffee on, i feel him grasp me by the hips as the radio plays a slow groove song

Swaying gently as he whispers sexy poems in my ear, soft kisses placed on my neck as he pulls me near

His hands slides to my wetness he gently strokes my juicy clit, he turns me to face him as he sucks his fingers clean of the juices from my slit

He sends naughty notes whilst I shop, we play at textual intercourse, though my panties are soaking now, I get all on my list of course

Soon suppers over, we shower together and go to bed, he finally makes me cum hard and fast, in return i give him head

He takes me to pure ecstasy after a day of playing on the edge, he is the master of self control, he decides when to push me off my ledge

THE KINKY POET 

Favours

Bless me with your sexual favours send them to my dream tonight, let me have my way with you, lasting right through the moon lit night

Wear my favourite lingerie bring the toys that help you cum, let me get a flogger out and use it on your bum

Smother me in sensual kisses, let our tongues do battle in each others mouth, feel my tongue dancing across your nipples on my way down south

I close my eyes and see myself nestled between your sexy thighs, my tongue buried in you so deep you can't help but release some moans and sighs

It's funny how a simple thought can inspire a kinky rhyme, I think it's a sign of my hunger as I think about it all the time

My mind runs off to Kinkyville hoping to find you there, stanzas flow across the page, I write without a care

So thank you for lines of inspiration the thought of your sexual favour I adore, oh to be desired by someone no poet could ask for more

THE KINKY POET 

Written as a response to a comment from the wonderful Creidsinn. I hope she enjoys it. Creidsonn thank you for your on going support

Deprivation night

The restraints have been done up tight in fact they pinch your skin, Blindfolded with ear buds in it's a night of deprivation sin

Having no sight or sound heightens the senses of each nerve, you can feel the strangers body heat as they simply stroke each curve

Now your senses are on full alert, you shudder when you feel the ice, it instantly makes your nipples hard, god it feels so nice

You then let out a giggle as you feel a soft feather boa on your skin, you start to feel yourself getting damp now it's time for the deprivation sex to begin

Hot wax and nipple clamps make you sigh and moan, then you begin to wonder has he taken pictures on his mobile phone

At last you feel him between your thighs husband tongue flicks and laps your clit, your breathing gets faster as he sips nectar from your slit

Soon he's above you, he pushes his hard throbbing dick inside, you are at his mercy as he begins his final deprivated ride

You begin to tremble, he pounds hard you know he's gonna cum, once he explodes he releases you, the deprivation night is done

THE KINKY POET 

Hello fellow cagers,

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your wonderful support and kind remarks left about my ramblings

I'm wishing you all A KINKTASTIC WEEKEND 

Love and light to you all

Ron aka THE KINKY POET 

XXX

Wishful writes

Somewhere out in the universe I pray that she is there, that certain sort of someone with whom my dreams I'll share

Someone to connect with a special person to call my own, one that I can dream about and write poetry for when I am alone

Someone who feels my words, can feel me touching their precious skin, someone to share secrets with about my thoughts on sin

Someone who feels my kisses, brushing against their pouted lips, one who can feel me lapping at their Rose, drinking their juice in little sips

The someone who reads my poetry and let's out some sensual sighs, a girl who when she reads my stuff gets damp between her thighs

Is there such a lady or am I destined to be always on my own, laying in my empty bed writing wishful poems on my phone

So I'll write another wishful poem, i hope it finds it way to the girl of whom I dream, then it will bring her here to me so at last I would have found my Queen

THE KINKY POET 

No sleep

It's late at night I'm wide awake, staring aimlessly into the dark, then you pop into my mind and instantly you ignite a spark

It only takes one simple thought then naughtiness runs through my head, I begin to think of what I would do if you were in my bed

If we were together entwined as one throughout the night, how I'd pull you close to me how I'd hold you oh so tight

Looking at your pretty face, getting lost inside your eyes, me fixed upon your gorgeous gaze, you'd have me mesmerized

Kisses shared with passion, our tongues doing a form of erotic dance, moving with such symmetry we are in a sexual trance

Hands wrapped in each others hands fingers entwined in a lovers not, both reaching for sexual ecstasy, both giving all we got

My god now I'm frantic, my manhood's solid now I'll never sleep, now there's no chance of dreaming of you, I close my eyes and weep

THE KINKY POET 

Hello fellow cagers I've decided to bring back a old challenge last time was fun and very informative. 

I will answer everything to the best of my abilities

Enjoy and ask away I will then ask you a question in return.

Ron