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 

Blessed nightly

Kisses across the universe to sit gently on your painted lips, my hands sent within this dream to rest upon your gorgeous hips

My body moves in closer you now feel my bodies heat, you feel my desire push against your thigh, tonight I am your treat

My mouth tracks your gorgeous neck moving slowly across your skin, you willingly spread your legs wide has you guide my fingers in

Your flower is already wet, I spread your petals to find your clit, soon my fingers dance around your bud, exploring every corner of your very juicy slit

I slide off your juice soaked panties, red lace now lays on the floor, I position myself between your thighs, I can't wait no more

I need to sip your flowers nectar I'm desperate to taste your wine, your juices start to trickle down my tongue you truly taste devine

Your hands reach down and grab my head you begin to ride my face, with each rise and fall I try to keep up with the perfect pace

I feel your sexy body quivering you're just about to cum, I pull away from you and pull your legs across my shoulders, I am far from done

My throbbing cock enters you, you sheath me like a glove, your pussy's like the perfect match, I must thank the lord above

Because surely you must be an Angel, God blessed me when he sent me you, to fill my dreams with such passion, to make them feel so true

THE KINKY POET 

Get home soon

Rip open my lacey Red lingerie feast your eyes upon my skin, show me your hunger, let me see the ravenous beast that lies within

Bite me, mark my flesh leave claw marks on me now, take me with a firey passion I don't care just do me anyhow

All day I've been wet, reading naughty poetry sent from your phone, I haven't had time to relieve myself I haven't had five minutes on my own

When you get here tonight you better make good on all the things you've teased, I better get sexual satisfaction I need to be really pleased

So ping me when your leaving work, I'll be waiting in the bed, hop into the shower then I'll give you some loving head

But you are gonna owe me I want to left for dead tonight, boy you better bring your A game, you better do everything I need so right

Every hole and every position tie me up and use the toys we've got, I've picked out my personal favourites just in case you have  forgot

God your poems have made me wet but I'm stuck here horny and alone, waiting like a starving puppy waiting for her masters big and juicy bone

THE KINKY POET 

My doll

My fires are burning wildly, they are growing steadily from below, each time I think of you they simply grow and grow

My loins are screaming for you, I'm slowly losing all control, I want you to play with for the night, I want you has my doll

A doll who will do my bidding, do anything I dare to say, be open to try something new, be ready for some hard-core play

Let me tie your hands real tight, let me hang you way up high, beg me to slap you one more time when I put a paddle to your thigh

Nipple clamps and anal plugs I want to use all toys I own, then get you to play with them whilst I film you on my phone

Every hole must be willing to let me get my cock in deep, I want to lick your pussy, let me make your pussy seep

Are you my very special girl are you the one to play alnight, say yes and I'll get out the ropes and bind your hands real tight

Come now help calm my fires, give me what I crave and need, do I have to ask more than once, please don't make me beg or plead

THE KINKY POET 

Challenge from Apkrodite 

Ok was in the car travelling to the shops, lost in chatting and showing off, we pulled up at our destination I swung the door open and promptly fell out. Not to self Ron you are paralyzed and need assistance to get out of a car into your wheelchair. Yes no harm done just an embarrassing moment for me. Hey it made the boys laugh 

Love and light T.K.P x

A piece inspired by a earlier post

Taboo

Taken against your will forced to things to a strangers cock, tied up and locked in a cage, these things are meant to shock

Abducted in a car, you're heads covered with a hood, some would be terrified but others like you would find it good

Being kept as a sex slave, forced to lay there on your back, used for a strangers pleasure as he abuses your sexual crack

The dark side of sex is your domain, you love the taboo side, you love to be taken against your will, your legs forced open wide

Used and abused gang banged, destroyed in every hole, they've taken control of your body but, they'll never own your soul

Because Taboo sex is your choice, it's a type of game you play, you really control the narrative, deciding what they do and say

So whether it is rape play, age play, stranger abductions, or just being treated like a fuck doll, you are the one in charge of the sex, you're always in control

THE KINKY POET