THE KINKY POET

First try

Oh ouch the cuffs pinched I think you've done them up too tight, I don't mind being the submissive if you take care and do it right

I quite like the bruises on my skin, I love a little bit of pain, being pinned down turns me on, it makes my juices pour like rain

Ball gags and nipple clamps are kinky and I think they are fun, I'm always at my happiest when I've a butt plug in my bum

I want you to take loads of pictures especially when I'm in lingerie, just send me some copies so I can look at them later in the day

We can play kinky dress up bring all the gorgeous sex toys that you've got, dildos and vibrators I want to try the lot

I'll bring my silk scarfs I love the way they feel upon my skin, you will leave me so happy once we've shared a night of sin

Are you excited I'm shocked you agreed to give this stuff a whirl, I know it's your first try at kinky sex and a go at girl on girl

THE KINKY POET 

Through the bars

Laying quietly on my blanket there's not much room inside my cage, but it's a comfy place to rest my head when I'm full of sexual rage

Left in here for hours My desires go wild and begin to grow, I watch you tease me through the bars, I'm excited by your show

You sit right in front of me you stroke your body through red lace, I'm mesmerized by you in lingerie I have the look of hunger on my face

You move in close but still out of reach, you are such a kinky tease, you dangle the keys to my freedom in my face, now I'm begging on my knees

No matter how I beg nothing happens, you never listen to any type plea, I'm stuck in here at your mercy knowing only you can set me free

My ravenous hunger is now set on full alert, I watch everything you do, my mind is now full of all the things I'm going to do once I get to you

Finally you turn the key at last my sexual beast is free, you simply go and lay on the bed your body now belongs to me

THE KINKY POET 

We are consenting adults

I don't care if you like to sleep with different men it's entirely up to you, I also sleep with many woman so I agree with what you do

If we're both having fun and are both happy there's no strings attached, who cares what others think if both our needs are matched

We don't have to be partners there's nothing wrong with just being friends with benefits, as long as we're happy with whats going on as long as long as it all fits

It doesn't matter if we only meet when we both wanted some kinky play, I'm only a call away from you and would be available on any given day

I quite like being one of your on call playthings, I'm happy to be a part time lover, you can call on me anytime if you can't get hold of any other

I get turned on by being available just waiting on the end of the telephone line, I love the fact there's no jealousy the freedom truly feels devine

Some may call us promiscuous we don't care what others say, we're both consenting adults so have the rights with whom we choose to play

THE KINKY POET 

Wondrous kinky night

I'll lick you whilst you're sucking me, it truly will be devine, me and my dream girl starting with a sixty-nine

Two pairs of hands running wild touching every curve, the excitement was building wildly awakening every nerve

Wild hot passionate kisses, our bodies blend as one, both of our major aims were to simply make each other cum

Clothes spread throughout the house lingerie torn and on the floor, they are now spoils of war and won't be any use anymore

There was no time for romance lust was now in full control, we used each other totally I entered every single hole

I used you as my plaything, you are a very sexy girl, the moment we were kissing I could feel my manhood swell

Such a fantastic time of passion our fires of passion burned so bright, we both gave each other everything, it was a wondrous kinky night

THE KINKY POET 

House of many pleasures

With a sharp intake of breath you step right through the door, there's a sea of naked bodies writhing wildly on the floor

Some have been tied up others are being used by more than one, a few are laying face down and are being pleasured up their bum

You entered the heterosexual room where it's only men on girls, you thought you'd ease your way into it by giving this room a little whirl

The moment you stepped in the room you let your robe fall to the floor, a woman reached out a stroked your still soft cock but it was what you've came here for

Soon she held your solid shaft she knelt and pushed it passed her painted lips, she was flicking and sucking on your cock she swallowed your pre cum in small sips

Soon you were swallowed up within the sea of sex and lust, you lost count of the woman you've coupled with sharing moments of kinky trust

After a few hours of indulgence you left the heterosexual room, then you entered through a door that read Dungeon it took a while for your eyes to get accustomed to the gloom

A house of many pleasures a different experience behind each door, a thousand different feelings await you so step inside and just explore

THE KINKY POET 

Chosen

Oh I can't wait for tonight I've been chosen to be her one, it's my turn to be her toy, I'm going to be her dungeon fun

I'll be naked and at her mercy, she'll have everything close by, from sex toys to nipple clamps anything she might like to try

Who knows if she'll be on her own, sometimes she likes to share, numbers don't really matter to me, I really do not care

Last time she flogged me I had some awesome bruises on my skin, they were fantastic reminders of a fantastic night of sin

There's a rumour amongst the submissive's she bought a paddle for some fun, if I'm lucky she might bring it out and use it hard across my bum

I love the the feeling of cold rolled steel when the cuffs are clamped on tight, I also love the awesome knots she does, if she use her favourite rope tonight

So now I wait in anticipation I can't wait to hear her call my name, so I can go into my Dominants dungeon and we can start the game

THE KINKY POET 

Able to walk

So you have a reputation I've heard all your sexual partners talk, I now want to find out for myself, can you walk the walk

So here I am standing at your door wearing nothing but a long coat a lingerie of lace, I wasn't sure how to introduce myself so I decided on face to face

You seem surprised to see me I open my coat exposing my red lace lingerie, you smiled and invite me in saying I see you've come here to play

The moment I stepped through your door I was push up against the wall, I got the first sight of your manhood I was shocked and not sure if i could take it all

Soon you were all over me it was plainly obvious you really knew your stuff, the oral pleasure was amazing I just couldn't get enough

When my pussy was throbbing you stopped and spread my shaking legs so wide, I gave out a delicious sigh as he guided yourself gently and slowly deep inside

Slowly inch by inch my well lubricated pussy took you deep within, surely feeling this much pleasure could never be regarded as a sexual sin

So I left your flat exhausted obviously knowing your reputation wasn't just all talk, I got into my car still shaking and just about barely able to walk

THE KINKY POET 

My kinky cage

Fires of desire burn inside of me, my ravenous hungers out in force this night, I want to take you to my Dungeon and tie you up real tight

I'm hungry for your body I've a growing kinky sexual need, I want to completely own you, I'm so hungry so on your body I need to feed

I desire to taste your sex, to sip a delicious cup of your pussy's wine, I want to sip from your golden chalice drink the juices that are now all mine

Spread wide and at my mercy, you are now my plaything for the night, I'll decide what's to become of you, will I be forceful and take you with all my might

Or will I be loving, kissing you softly as I gently stroke your sweet soft hair, caressing you so tenderly showing you so much love and tender care

The hunger and my wildest desires fights with a tender side of me me, or do I let loose my ravenous beast, who's aching to break free

These feelings are fighting inside of me until I met you I never had a sexual rage, I must confess I'm very nervous about letting this beast loose from from it's very kinky cage

THE KINKY POET 

Denied orgasm

Oh I'm feeling naughty I want to do some sleazy dirty fun, tie me up and use me, get me close to orgasm but please don't let me cum

Use all the things we have you can pick out the toys for the night, get out the handcuffs ready or tie me down real tight

Every hole I own is yours to take just use me as you will, I'm yours for the evening I want you to make sure you have your sexual fill

Nipple clamps hot wax put that huge butt plug in my bum, remember do to me anything but you mustn't let me cum

Take me to the very edge at the last moment simply pull away, I'm keen to try orgasm denial kink, what more can I say

If you want me to dress up first we can do a kinky scene, anything you want to try, perhaps something you've had in a dirty dream

You can cum inside me or shoot your seed on another place, my thighs, tits or tummy but you must not put it on my face

So once I can't take no more I will beg you please to stop, I know I'll be wet and juicy but I don't want my cum to spill a drop

THE KINKY POET 

Weeds and thorns

I see you walking in the street you always smile as I roll by, sometimes I wish I was brave enough to stop and talk but I never ever try

She is a stunning Goddess I'm just a broken poet in his chair, I'm not sure if she really smiles at me I wonder does she really know I'm there

Her eyes are so mesmerising I just adore her gorgeous smile, I wish she would stop and have a chat with me if only for a while

Should I bite the bullet just take an opportunity to say hi, maybe it's time to man up and just give my luck a try

What's the worst could happen she could laugh right in my face, I could always put my chair on fast and leave at such a pace

Hell she might stop and chat or even agree to go out for a drink, maybe she wouldn't mind me being paralyzed and not care what others think

That's it I've made my mind up I'm gonna take the bull right by it's horns, let's hope we end up in a bed of roses and not end up in a mass of weeds and thorns

THE KINKY POET