THE KINKY POET

BDSM night

The bruises will slowly start to fade, the welts will last for a time, but at least I have them as sweet reminders of sexual moments that you made mine

Bite marks, long deep claw marks carved into my skin, I can feel them through my clothing reminders of our night of kinky sin

Wearing long sleeves to hide the rope marks where you bound me up last night, burning red with anger where you did them up so tight

Sitting gently on the edge because my bum is red and sore, flogging marks and bruises still stinging from the night before

I creep off to the bathroom so I can look at the bite marks on my thighs, I can't help having flashbacks it makes release some contented sighs

I start thinking of the names you called me they ranged from your Angel to a Whore, I loved it when you got rougher, it just made me want you more

But sitting here at work desk today all my spoils of war are well hid out of sight, no one would ever have a clue about our BDSM night

THE KINKY POET 

Bring the hurt

Now you've got me tied up tight let the kinky pain begin, you know I adore it when you bring the hurt and leave your marks upon my skin

Bite me and beat me pleae use me like your a whipping post, use my favourite flogger you know it leaves the marks I love the most

I love when it wraps around me, I sigh has it begins to bite, I love to feel the welts it leaves later on at night

We have a box of kinky playthings, each designed to bring me pleasure, each toy gives me delicious marks and memories I'll always treasure

Make sure everytime you strike me with a paddle it lands hard on me my curvaceous bum, the pain seems to calm my soul and it also makes me cum

I'm on the edge of sexual ecstasy you've brought me there with kinky pain, the excitement of you striking me sends endorphins to my brain

The next day I want to be able to feel, your marks knowing they will make me cum again, I get aroused simply by the dirty kinky memories now living in my brain

THE KINKY POET 

No space

You tell me you want my body as much as I want you, let's go and find a quiet spot and see what we can do

Maybe in a deep dark wood, or perhaps in a hotel room, I'd take you in a closet where we keep the mop and broom

We can find ourselves a private place somewhere we can fool around, somewhere no one can hear us a place we can't be found

What about an old graveyard in the middle of the night, no one would find us there, they'd be put off by the fright

There must be somewhere I can have you to myself for play, I only want some privacy it's not much to ask to the gods I pray

I want to shower you in kisses, indulge in some kinky fun, do the things I've thought of doing to you things to make you cum

So we've agreed we want each other, we just need a quiet space, my dreams would be truly fulfilled if your wearing  some soft Red lace

So for now we pretend to just be friends until we get a chance to fuck, I wish people would just give us space but it seems so doubtful with our luck

THE KINKY POET 

First fingering

Sliding up your inner thigh, I can feel you're nice and wet and tight but I'm gonna see how many digits I can slip inside tonight

I start with one finger I slowly make circles on your clit, then I use another to prize open your soaking virginal slit

One digits goes inside, I begin to move it too and throw, you begin to keep perfect time, you raise your hips real slow

In slides another finger, i place them together side by side, I feel your pussy tightening but now there's two inside

You whisper try another, I gently squeeze in three, you spread your legs wider trying to make room for me

You begin to shake and quiver I love to hear you moan and sigh, I know three fingers was quite a few but I'll give the forth a try

No four was a stretch to far, I'm amazed you managed three, I'm still humbled and honoured you gave your first fingering to me

THE KINKY POET 

Time is money

I knock on the hotel room, it's a place I've been before, I know this place very well, it's where I come to meet my whore

No time for messing I've put your money on the side, get you sleazy clothes off and spread your legs real wide

I know there's no kissing so I won't smudge your painted lips, to be honest the only pair of lips I'm interested in reside between your hips

I've paid extra for the oral, so get on your knees and suck, wow that is powerful you're worth every single buck

Take me deep inside your throat, I want to hear you gag and choke, I love the sounds you're making, it inspires a harder poke

You're naked and on all fours, I'm now doing you hard and fast, like two rutting beasts we fuck, who knows how long it'll last

My hands wrapped tight in your hair, my cock is soaked by your pussy juice, I'm calling you dirty sleazy names as the beast in me gets loose

With one more thrust I explode deep in you, we both drop flat onto the floor, now we cuddle and kiss gently, I love it when you pretend you are a dirty sleazy whore

THE KINKY POET 

Wanton sin

My hands run down your body, I cover every inch of you nice and slow, I've got a map of you in my mind, I know which way to go

Stroking you so softly only stopping at the parts that make you sigh, taking time to tease and please you on my way to your inner thigh

My finger drap across your painted lips, down your neck I trace, I hear your breathing quicken I see the anticipation in your face

Looming above you my actions portray my carnal desires, you can see the hunger in my eyes, they blaze with wanton fires

My mouth gets to your nipples, they're already hardened by my touch, I mouth your nipples roughly, as my hand nestles in your crotch

My fingers find your wetness, your eagerness is very clear, you reach up towards me and you pull my body near

My fingers enter you slowly, soaked by your wetness they glide straight in, there ends the slow seductive build up, now it's time for wanton sin

THE KINKY POET 

Ashlynspar  3 FANTASY CHALLENGE

Ok here goes 3 fantasies that you've never done or would love to try

1: I'd love to be the star turn at a live sex show, on a huge bed under a spotlight fucking some flexible woman knowing in the darkened room people are sitting at tables drinking and watching us fuck

2: Be abducted by a gang of drunk woman on a hen night and being paid to fuck the bride to be whilst her friends cheered her on

3: To go into a sex den wear everyone had masks and sleep with any lady I licked as many as I liked and leave without ever knowing their names

Well that was fun thank you for the challenge Ashlynspar.

Enjoy peeps

Love and light T.K.P 

Shower thoughts

Come into my shower room, just climb upon my lap, I cannot take my eyes of you, that arse I'd love to slap

Sit across facing me so I see the water running down your skin, let me soap your gorgeous curves, you'll be clean but full of sin

My hands would run wild over you, touching every curve, sensually I'd pull your nipples hard enough to awaken every sexual nerve

My kisses would smother you, my fingers would find a place to play, with soapy bubbles and your own lube they slide in all the way

Playing in the shower we probably won't get much cleaning done but that's a fair trade off if I get to make you  sigh and cum

Just thinking of you being in here, my shower might have to be quite cold, it could be bloody freezing but if I could be so bold

I'd still be thinking naughty thoughts of what I do to you in the shower, now I can't shake you out my thoughts you must have some sort of naughty power

THE KINKY POET 

Seduced across the void

I send my words across the void to seduce you in your head, stanzas full of kinkiness to send images to you when you're in your bed

Words reaching out like hungry hands, mapping all your curves, lines about wild desires, sent to ignite all your sexual nerves

Soft words to ease you, they land like a gentle summers rain, like honey poured into your ear, they nestle in your brain

Some are very strong, forceful lines of erotic kinky power, guaranteed to excite you, they're designed to moisten your pretty flower

Designed by me to inspire you to touch yourself late at night, you always bring yourself to climax you know how to do things right

Your hands maybe touching you but in your mind you wished your hands were mine, doing all the things you read about in a late night kinky rhyme

So read on when your all alone feeling horny in your bed, let me come across the void to seduce you by placing naughty poems in your head

THE KINKY POET 

The kinky tease

A half glimpse in a murky picture, a intriguing line I simply read, sparks off my imagination and naughtiness inside my head

The brain goes into overdrive I think of all the things I'd love to do, if you were here beside me and I could have my way with you

My hands would map every curve, my lips would cover every inch of your gorgeous skin, I'd tie you up and make you scream in a night of kinky sin

I'd get you to dress up in red sexy lingerie made of the softest lace, just thinking of you in my bed makes my heartbeat race

We'd play with all your favourite toys my mission would simply be to make you cum, I'd use every part of you your pussy, mouth and bum

You inspire in me a ravenous need, on you I'd love to feast, I'd love to take you from behind and fuck you like a beast

Thank you for the inspiration you are a muse and such a kinky tease, I love writing naughty poetry so I beg you don't stop please

THE KINKY POET