THE KINKY POET

Stranger in my doorway

It's late at night I'm in my bed I heard a key turn in my door, I look up to see whose turned up but it's someone I've never seen before

Fear runs through me I'm stuck paralyzed in my bed, with all sorts of horror scenes racing through my head

Then the silhouette whispered her voice seemed to sooth my soul, she sincerely apologised for frightening me that truly weren't her goal

She didn't take a step closer she told me she has been reading some erotic rhyme and has been wanting to meet the author for a such a long long time

She told me how it pleased her and how she laid in her bed reading on her phone, with one hand on her vibrator playing with her pussy on her own

She gave me a full description of the things and toys she used, how she often fucked herself really hard, she liked to feel her pussy bruised

I told her to step in closer come let me see her in the light, she declined and said perhaps next time and then she just turned away and left me the night

Laying alone quite shocked how she got my key never entered my busy brain, all I could do was lay there wondering if I'll see her once again

THE KINKY POET 

Contented by your knees

I want to be a slutty boy, use me for your sexual needs, beat me bite me scratch me, until my body bleeds

Tie me up tie me down just leave rope burns on my skin, red sore reminders of this wondrous night of kinky sin

Take me out in public I'll fuck you hard in the local park, tell me what you want of me, your desires I wish to spark

I'll sit quiet at your feet whilst you chat with your kinky friends, you can share me with them, the fun just never ends

Give me to one of your girls I'll put on a dirty kinky show, I'll pound her how you want me too just shout out fast or slow

Take me to the very edge of ecstasy then say I must not cum, watch me squirm for self control until your fun is done

Pain and pleasure fast or slow, do with me as you please, once the evening's over you'll find sitting contented by your knees

THE KINKY POET 

Hi this was a challenge sent to me by Shrodingers Dragon. It was to write a piece about a sub males first experience with a caring gentle Domme.

I hope you enjoy it 

Thank you for the kind message about my work and this awesome challenge 

First Submission

I bet she can see me trembling as I keep my eyes aimed at the floor, I know I want to belong to her but I've never done this this thing before

I can feel her presence the moment she's in the room, it brings me a feeling of fulfilment and scares away any sort of fear and gloom

I feel her touch my head she lays her hands upon my hair, I feel a mixture of wild excitement mixed with a feeling of love and care

Her voice is soft and gentle as she gives me my daily tasks, I will do them all proudly, I'll do for her anything she asks

I will do my best to please her I want to be at her beck and call, to become her collared submissive I know I must give my Domme my all.

If she takes me to the bedroom I will do absolutely everything she needs, give her pleasure or take some pain, I will go wherever my lady leads

Once the experience is over, once we've both shared my first submissive time, with my Queens permission I will write of it in rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Eating out

Ok I must confess I have a ravenous need to eat raw, not just a passing fancy but something that's really so much more

I want to get between your thighs and leave bite marks on your skin, reminders of the journey that led to your awaiting chalice hid within

I want to part your soft pink lips see the glistening treasure that's inside, you could make access easier if you just spread your legs real wide

Slowly I'd put my mouth to your chalice my tongue would run sexy patterns on your clit, then I'd lap up your pussy's gorgeous wine as it flows from it

With each lick I'd feed on you this hunger must be fed, I feel you as you force me down, your fingers pressed against my head

My teeth pulling at your labia I give both lips a gentle tug, I push in a couple of fingers, they slide and fit quite snug

My need for you is building my body's burning with desire, lay down and spread your legs for me my love and quell my raging fire

THE KINKY POET 

Late night thoughts

God how I hate the late nights just laying quietly on my own, nothing to do except think of you and then rhyme it on my phone

Sometimes rhymes are loving some are so often full of sin, stanzas full of kinkiness fueled by my desires held within

I think of being snuggled up or sending gentle kisses down your spine, or passion filled wild sex with me sipping your delicious pussy's wine

You sat across me grinding your wet pussy into my face, me lapping your cliterus hard and tongue fucking you at some furious pace

You tied up on your knees, your lips are painted red, one hand wrapped tightly in your hair as I force you give me head

You running blindly through the woods me horny and on the hunt, both knowing once you're caught I will own your juicy cunt

Your body will be my playground and I'll be free to play, I'll give you sexy orders and you'll do without question anything I say

All these naughty things swirl around in my kink filled head, god I better write it down in rhyme whilst I'm in my lonely bed

THE KINKY POET 

Do it

I just don't care how you do it, just give me what I need, you pick the position I need to sate this sexual greed

The hunger inside of me is raging like a crazy wild bush fire, I need you to help put out the flames of my wild desire

You can tie me up or dress me up I'll do anything you choose, just give me sexual satisfaction it's a deal you cannot loose

In bed or over the desk hell just take me roughly on the floor, pound me until I'm exhausted then pound my pussy more

Get all the toys out, I'll do absolutely everything you say, just feed my ravenous hunger, just say that we can play

I'm aching for your manhood, it's such a deep and never-ending pain, no sooner than I'm sated I want you once again

So come to me straight away, let loose your sexual beast, use me and abuse me and on my lust we both can feast

THE KINKY POET 

A wasted prayer

In my dreams you're snuggled up, we're sharing a sweet embrace, I'm getting lost within the beauty etched within your gorgeous face

I can feel your skin next to mine, we share such body heat, entwined in such tender loveliness truly is a treat

Kissing your painted lips, feeling your curves through soft and silky lace, my fingers map a route across you, gently I slowly trace

You pull me on top of you, I push my manhood deep inside, I fit your body perfectly I began to slowly ride

Our bodies melded together our limbs make a lovers knot, we make love until there's sunlight, both giving all we've got

Soon the moments were over I awake to find again it's just a wishful dream, filled with a empty frustration I wonder do you hear my scream

How I wish my dream was real, how I hope and pray that you were here, I pray to find you every night but no one seems to hear

THE KINKY POET 

THE LAST HALLOWEEN PARTY I ATTENDED 

THEN ME IN MY FAVOURITE FREDDY JUMPER AND FINALLY MY WHICH HORROR CHARACTER ARE YOU MOST LIKE TEST FROM FACEBOOK YEARS AGO.

HAVE A SPOOKTACULAR HALLOWEEN PEEPS

My girl

From the first moment I saw you, no one else would ever do, from the moment that I kissed you no one's lips would ever taste as sweet as you

The moment I held your hand my heart began to race, I want to spend my whole life staring at your pretty face

The first time I felt your curves, you were wearing soft Red lace, I knew I'd want you forever and no other could take your place

The first moment we laid together it was the sweetest thing, I swear it was so wonderful I heard the Angel's sing

Our bodies moved in perfect symmetry we were soon moulded into one, we spent the night in heaven, we both greeted the new days Sun

Our first morning together we were in a picture perfect place, I watched as you made breakfast, you moved with style and grace

Many years have flown by now, still I know you are the one, every man wants great things out of life but with you my life was done

Nothing could get better I could have my weight in gold, I'd give it away in a instant as long has I had my girl to hold

THE KINKY POET 

Horny and alone

Laying here in my lonely bed, looking at your pictures on my phone, you know the kinky ones you sent me to tease me when I'm all alone

You in sexy outfits some kinky characters or in gorgeous skimpy lace, some close ups of your wet pussy, or of your smiling face

I love the words that accompany them, little snippets to light my fires, words to get me thinking, lines to awaken all my lustful desires

One hand holding my phone steady the other wanders to my dick, it hardens at the thought of you. My pre cum feels warm and thick

Now in my mind I'm fucking you, my hands moves along my cock so slow, with each thought I pick up speed, I'm getting closer till it's time for me to blow

In my minds eyes you're across me you are riding me so hard with all your might, a few more pulls and I am done, I've finished for the night

I clean myself up them crawl back into my empty bed, you're smiling in the last picture on my phone, I wonder if you know what I use them for, when I'm horny and alone

THE KINKY POET