THE KINKY POET

Virginity

Smother me in soft and tender kisses, lay your hands gently on my skin, take my hand and lead me to the bedroom and let this night of love begin

Please take my clothes off slowly place them neatly over there, you then can remove my lingerie, as long as you do it with love and tender care

Lay me gently on the bed I'll then spread my legs real wide, even though I'm nervous I want you to slide yourself inside

Though it is my first time, you are the only man that I would choose, I give myself freely to you, my virginity I now wish to lose

Though I'm shaking with fear I know you will treat me with respect, as you pushed yourself into me the pain was not as bad as you'd expect

You opened up my sexual flower my virginity now belongs to you, I hope it shows how I feel about you and my love for you is true

In the years to come you'll always be the man who took my sexual flower, you'll always have a place inside my heart, you'll always hold that special power

THE KINKY POET 

More than friends

A feeling washes over me everytime that you're around, I get butterflies in my stomach and my chest feels like it's tightly bound

My tongue dries like the desert and my words just come out wrong, I can't stop staring at you, I imagine you in nothing but a thong

I try to shake this vision from my mind after all we're just good mates, we've known each since we were kids and have never been on dates

But lately I'm seeing you differently you know with a different point of view, I'd like for us to be much more than friends I want more that that from you

But I don't know how to explain how I feel, all I do is stutter and look a fool, it's so embarrassing and annoying because I'm trying to act so cool

Sweaty palms and a bright red face it's torturing me being just your friend but I'm scared to say anything incase it makes our friendship end

Each night when I go to bed I get on my knees and pray, that one day you'll feel about me as I feel for you and were be more than friends one day

THE KINKY POET 

Rough sex

Yes babe get nasty I love it when you act bad and tough, come and force yourself upon me I love sex when it's nice and rough

Throw me about the room force me down onto the floor, rip all my clothes off until i can't fight you off no more

Grab me roughly leave your finger bruises marks on my skin, bite me and claw me let's have a dirty night painful of sin

Push my hands above my head, you know the roughness gets me wet, I want you to do me hard from behind, you know the way you haven't yet

I know you've always wanted too, I didn't realise you were shy, but now I've made my desires clear, I'm kinda hoping you might be brave enough try

Pound me with all your force, fill me with all your nice warm cream, make me beg for mercy, I want you to make moan and scream

You know how I like it come on baby give it to me really rough, tonight I want you to ravage me, you know when it comes to rough sex I just cannot get enough

THE KINKY POET 

Hi my fellow kinksters today I read the post by the lovely SUBMISSIVESCORPION and it inspired me to pen a piece. I contacted Ms Scorpion and gave her first read and asked her permission to post this

Thankfully she graciously said I could so here is my write inspired by the post and pictures of THE SUBMISSIVESCORPION

Knife play

Tied up to the bedposts were trying something new today, it's something that I've heard about but never used in play

My masters has a sharp knife, he runs the cold steel against my skin, I'm nervous and excited by this taboo side of sin

The light flashes on the steel it matches the glint in my masters eye, I feel safe in his hands, I let out a erotic sigh

The cold steel point brushes my skin but of blood there is no trace, I can see the look of total control etched upon my masters face

Tracing around my nipples the touch of cold steel has a nice effect, the moment the knife gets close to them they stiffen and become erect

Down between my curvy breasts I have a straight line along my chest, I quiver as it touches my thighs I loved that bit the best

We spent the evening playing he handled the knife so very well, all my marks are now hidden, so only I and him can tell

THE KINKY POET 

In the stocks again

Locked in a set of stocks as my ravenous playmates circle me, tonight I'll be submitting to their pleasure, when they're finished I'll be then set free

Until then I'm at their mercy, I'm here to be played with like a toy, used by both sexes that's OK I like a bit of girl and boy

All my holes will be used tonight, nothing will be considered any kind of bad taboo, beatings and hot wax they can use anything they choose

Nipple clamps or floggers I quite like the sting upon my skin, the feeling of a butt plug as someone slowly slides it in

Man after man entering me, each new thrust brings a brand new sigh, each turning my hungry pussy into a delicious cream filled pie

Every woman's tongue licking me their fingers pulling at my clit, their thumbs spreading my petals as they drink juice out of my slit

When the night is over I'll be washed then sent to bed, left in the dark with kinky memories playing thoughts into my head

THE KINKY POET 

Restless dreams

I'm having restless nights I'm just awake laying in my bed, I'm having some extremely kinky aggressive thoughts running through my head

I'm thinking of so many kinky things stuff I've never wanted to even try, dark taboos and dirty things that brought water to my eye

Extreme pain like branding, playing with a small sharp knife, medical play and needles, these dreams have caused me strife

I'm not into extreme pain, I love things like like bondage and soft role play, I quite like a gentle flogging and I'm obsessed with sexy lingerie

But these dreams are far beyond my scope, they really are too much, things I'd never spoke about stuff I'd never ever touch

I'm wondering where these thoughts are coming from, it might have been from the poetry I've read, their words have crawled into my brain and now they're infested in my head

Some dreams are so extreme and real the pain is so bad it makes me scream, I wake up in a real cold sweat I hate knowing that each night will bring a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Plaything for the night

My fingers begin to tingle a sure sign the handcuffs are on too tight, I'm full of excited anticipation for I'm the groups plaything for the night

Hanging from a meat hook in the middle of the exhibition room, waiting for the guests to arrive my heart sounds like a cannons boom

The door slowly opens people file in they've all come to play, it's strange being the object of desire but it was my turn on this day

The eye mask was put on me the headphones stole all sound, in the darkness and silence I just hung there tightly bound

Then I felt the touch of first hand their nails run down my spine, it took me by surprise at first but the pain was so devine

My manhood stood to attention blood rushing along each vein, I felt a hand cup my bollocks, the sensation blew my brain

I felt lips surround my cock a tonge ran around the tip, my pre cum was running now I felt it being taken by small sips

Whilst in the world of oral I was sent into a world of total shock, someone poured body wax over my hardened cock

I let out a yell but not because it hurt I was caught just unaware, I felt it run down my legs matting in my hair

Then came the flogger and a paddle crashed against my bum, the excitement was building really fast I was trying not to cum

People sucking hard on my nipples, some even took a bite, it was a long night of pain and pleasure being their plaything for the night

THE KINKY POET 

To quench your fires

My hands begin to quiver I'm now just a few inches from your skin, we are locked inside your dungeon I'm awaiting your demands on this our night of sin

I'm here to bring you sexual pleasure I will add some kinky pain, once I've made you moan and cum I'll make you scream and cum again

I can see rows of playthings there's ropes and chains hanging on the door, there was a huge chest of sex toys sitting on the stone cold marble floor

Your are wrapped in a robe I'm naked with everything in view, just a glance at my throbbing manhood told you what I really thought of you

You dropped your robe on the floor my manhood made you smile, to my surprise you fell to your knees and suck my cock for the what seemed longest while

Then I bound you to the big wooden cross, your arms and legs spread wide, once tied I put my fingers between your legs to feel the wetness they held inside

I spent the night spoiling you, I played with every kinky toy you picked, floggings and nipple clamps were used in between you getting dicked

It was my honour to give you all you asked for, to fulfil everyone of your ravenous desires, I fell asleep comfortably knowing I quenched all your sexual fires

THE KINKY POET 

The beer

She slowly took her clothes she knew there was no need to rush, I was transfixed as she moved watching in a silent hush

Each button took forever each move seemed to take a whole lifetime, my desires were building faster, I was so desperate to make her mine

Her hand ran across her perfectly smooth skin, she stroked each gorgeous curve, she was doing a slow erotic dance I watched her sway and swerve

Soon she was just in her lingerie by a twist of fate it was made of soft red lace, I wondered if anyone else could see the huge smile upon my face

She grasped the long chrome pole she swung high into the air, the little lace thong moved out of place you could see her pussy had no hair

Up and down she moved along the pole, in such a sensual way, if I never see her dance again I swear I'd never forget this day

Sadly soon it was over, the lights came up we all began to clap and cheer, I swear she smiled and winked at me but that could have been the beer

THE KINKY POET 

Shower time

Come climb into the shower, let me wash the sex off your skin, the remnants of our evening the leftovers of our night of sin

Let the water run over you I want to run my soapy hands along your back, then I'll watch the water chase the bubbles away, around your shaven crack

When I wash your gorgeous breasts your nipples harden to my touch, I'm mesmerized by their beauty god I adore your shape so much

I get you to tilt your head back so I can put shampoo in your hair, I wash it so gently I take so much loving care

We kiss under the falling water, we are blended in a wet embrace, I love to look into your eyes as water tumbles from your face

You wash me and I wash you then we step out and start to dry, I wrap you in a fluffy towel as gently as I might try

Then we come to the most tender part of the evening it's the part I love the best, you snuggle in beside me and put your head and wet hair upon my chest

THE KINKY POET