THE KINKY POET

The flashing game

Sitting quietly in my local coffee shop when my jaw dropped to the floor, opposite sat a girl in the shortest skirt who I'd never seen before

I raised my cup slowly to my lips as I drank I took a secret look, she had no interest in me she had her face buried in a book

My god her legs were gorgeous she had the perfect tan, I see she had a ring on her finger I thought somewhere out there's a lucky man

Then she shifted in her seat she crossed her legs she had no underwear, she must of known I was directly opposite was it a show or didn't she really care

Then all of a sudden she lowered her book, shit I was caught red handed staring up her skirt, she raised it a little higher up her leg and winked my god the girls a flirt

Then she said go get me a Latte it's the least I could do now I've had a look, with that she simply lowered her head and continued to read her book

Every morning now we meet for coffee till this day I don't even know her name, every morning I see her pussy I think of it as our secret flashing gane

THE KINKY POET 

Naughty kind

Oh to find the specific girl who would love to send sexy pictures to my phone, a girl who wants me to look at her hungrily when I'm on my own

A secret friend who I've never met, a girl who loves to play online, a special girl with special voyeuristic kinks would truly be devine

One who loved to play dress up, or wore sexy lacey lingerie, one who would send me naughty pics randomly throughout the day

Maybe even video clips of her being naughty whilst she is at work, or movies of her dancing seductively or showing her butt off in a twerk

I'd love her to send me pictures, profiles of her gorgeous smile, little notes and memes to make my work day pass quicker for a while

Teasing messages saying she's bought something new especially for me and when I ask her what it is she simply says I must wait and see

Is that special girl out there, or does she just exist inside my mind, will I ever find that special girl who wants to send pics and movies of the naughty kind

THE KINKY POET

A secluded spot

Let's find  a secluded place I've got s sexual scratch to itch, I know you've got the same feelings I saw your manhood start to twitch

Yes I know we're in a park and there's people all around but surely we can find a spot to lay a picnic blanket on the ground

I'm not wearing any underwear so your access won't be denied, I understand I should wait but I'm really horny, honestly I've tried

But I can't stop thinking of us having sex, I've a ravenous hunger that won't quit, I need you deep inside of me, I've got throbbing in my juicy slit

I'll slide right on top of you so I can always take a look around, I also get to control the pace and the depth as I pound you to the ground

Come on you know you want to you've been teasing me all day, if we're careful we won't get caught, it's time for some kinky outdoors play

Just get yourself inside me, I'm desperate to be full of your creamy seed, we could go over there behind that bush and do exactly what I need

THE KINKY POET 

A empty bed again

Can we do the sort of things I only think about when I'm on my own, the really sleazy kinky things I write about in rhyme on my mobile phone

Things I've never ever tried but the sort of stuff that makes you scream, the mixture of pain and pleasure that always makes you lose your cream

Me eating you hard and fast, your legs spread for me opened wide, my goatee covered in your sex juice as my tongues buried deep inside

The pain of your painted nails as you drag them down my spine, the sighs and moans of carnal pleasure we'd both make would truly be sublime

To hear the low hum as your favourite sex toy runs across your skin, the excitement of watching spit on the tip before you slowly guide it in

Pictures on my phone of the naughty outfit you were wearing a few hours before, I can see it strewn around the room now they've been tossed upon the floor

Oh how I'd love to try all these sexy thoughts that run inside my brain, I guess I better write another piece as I'm still alone in this empty bed again

THE KINKY POET 

The place I want to be

Well you've got me bent over across your knee, my lace panties are on the floor, bring the paddle down on my cheeks then spank my bum until it's sore

Oh how I love the feeling of pain as it makes my body shiver, I love it when it makes me shake, as my pussy starts to quiver

With each stroke it sends sexual endorphins crashing through my brain, I'm bound to get you trousers wet as my juices pour like some sort of kinky rain

Paddles or bare hand or even use a leather flogger on my bum, with every single piece of delicious pain it brings makes me want to cum

Sexual pain brings me pleasure I love it when I'm punished for being bad, knowing that I'm gonna get a spank for any misdemeanors really make me glad

So I go about my busy day pretending I'm doing my best to not get myself caught, knowing I will be found out and my preventative actions will have count for nought

So I'll get myself in trouble again I'm here again bent across your knee, waiting for your naughty girl punishment is truly the place I want to be

THE KINKY POET 

Shitty day at work

Oh its time for naughtiness I really fancy a kinky play, let's get the toys tonight, I've been needed it all day

Sitting at my desk at work only you've been on my brain, I had dirty thoughts running through my mind whilst on my homebound train

I know you're already home you sent a picture of yourself wearing soft Red lace, I couldn't say I ran home off thr train but I certainly walked with pace

The anticipation was building I felt it throbbing down below, I walked with a hand in my pocket making sure the buldge in my trousers didn't show

It seems like ages for the door to open, but once I had got inside, I pinned you against the back of the door and forced your legs to open wide

One hand went down your lace panties my fingers run circles on your slit, my fingers were soon soaking wet from the juices from your slit

After a night of kinky sex on your way to the shower you did a silly twerk, my god I needed a naughty evening and that laugh after my shitty day at work

THE KINKY POET 

Brushing your hair

I sit and gently brush your hair making sure it's all in place, I smile as you pick up the hand mirror and a smile grows across your face

Wrapped in your bathrobe you look comfy and so snug, I pull you up onto my lap and give you a gentle hug

You snuggle yourself in tightly you put your head upon my chest, having you being close to me is the thing I love the best

We share a few kisses I look deeply into your gorgeous eyes, I see such a loving look, I can't help but to release some happy sighs

We chat about each others day I'm glad things went so well for you, I had some small hassles myself but I did what I had to do

I go to the kitchen I come back with two glasses filled with wine, it was the end to a perfect evening I'm so proud that you are mine

I love to treat you like a Queen some would call it aftercare, tenderness after we've had a play just shows how much I care

THE KINKY POET 

Your willing cock

It's time you got behind me and whispered filth into my ear, I want you to try something new and put your throbbing manhood in my rear

Sorry if that shocks you but it's something I want to do, I've thought of who I'd love to try it with and I could only think of you

I know you'll be very gentle I know you'll make sure it don't hurt my bum, I've heard it's very sensual and guaranteed to make you cum

I've bought some lubrication to make sure it goes in with some relative ease, so what do you think of my request shall I get down on my knees

I want you to talk dirty to me treat my like I'm your unpaid whore, once you've done it to me once I'm sure I'll just want it in my butt some more

I know it's a totally new idea and it makes me sound like a dirty kinky slut but surely I should have the right to ask to be pleasured in my butt

Do you need time to think it over my request wasn't meant to shock, I'm not asking you to love me, I just need your willing cock

THE KINKY POET 

Weekend full of fun

It's the weekend it can only mean one thing and that's some kinky fun, we get to play from Friday night until we greet Monday mornings sun

After work we'll go get supplies sort out all the toys we need for play, I empty out our play box I hope you're wearing the surprise outfit you bought the other day

You teased me with a picture of a bag saying there's something new inside, I asked you for other clues but I couldn't work them out no matter how I tried

The thought of a new outfit makes my heartbeat pound really fast, I charge all the power toys making sure that they will last

I know we've still got body wax I've already made the ice, the butt plugs are with the lubrication so they slide in her butt hole really nice

Handcuffs, chains and rope blindfolds and silk scarfs to tie her up real tight, I'm trying to make sure I've everything I need to make this weekend go just right

All I want is to please her, I want this weekend to be filled with kinky fun, I want her to have so many orgasms we both run out of cum

THE KINKY POET 

Your wet panties

I want to write some poetry that's guaranteed to make your panties wet, something so delicious it's the best I've written yet

I want it to turn you on so much you slide your hand along your thighs, then stroke along your panties edge and then slowly close your eyes

Let your imagination send dirty pictures through your head, images of me fucking you whilst you're tied down to your bed

Me playing with all your favourite toys but stopping before you cum, a nice well lubricated butt plug pushed gently in your bum

Nipple clamps put on tight, ypu know with pleasure must come pain, everytime you cry out out loud I do the same thing once again

Unbound I move you into different positions I use you like a plaything for the night, riding hard and pounding you, I love to fuck you right

So read my work and get wet then take your soaking panties off before you play, put them into a sealed up bag and post them to me right away

THE KINKY POET