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THE KINKY POET

Some of my erotic poetry
3 years ago. December 13, 2020 at 9:05 AM

Snatched

Tied up and bundled into to the boot of someones car, blindfolded and gag, your driving very far

Traffic goes on for what seems like hours, then all goes deathly still, your miles away from your home, you've been snatched against your will

Then the boot opens, you can see light flooding through your mask, why has he brought you here, you wonder what's his task

He pulls you to your feet, he guides you where to tread, fear flooding through you, you think you'll end up dead

You know you are in some woods, your stepping on some dead trees, you felt the cold damp earth when you fell down on your knees

Then you both stop still, you hear a key turn in a door, he leads you into a room, you wonder why and what for

He hangs you on some kind of hook, your arms high above your head, he starts to take your clothes off, you wished that you were dead

Rough hands paw at you, he fumbles with your bra, finally he gets the catch, this is the most scared you've been by far

He slides down your panties, he spreads your legs real wide, you feel the roughness of his skin, as his fingers go inside

You squirt your juice everywhere, pleasure sweeps from deep within, even though your petrified, you get off on his sin

Your hanging like a piece of meat, he has forced himself inside your hole, you've lost all the control you held, you've lost your very soul

A stranger has taken you, against your will he made you cum, fucking you so roughly, he even had your bum

Once he has had his fill, he takes you off the hook, he pulls off your blindfold, but you refuse to take a look

You fear if you see him, your life he'd have to take, so you screw your eyes shut real tight, no look at him you'll make

He puts on your blindfold again, he drags you out the door, you get guided deeper into the woods, this is the end for sure

He pushes you on your knees, you feel a gun against your head, your waiting to hear the click, the last thing before you're dead

You hear the hammer pulling back, he comes the bullet to your brain, then you wake to find yourself sitting on a train

Fuck it was just a dream, and you've missed your home, you get out at the next station, and slowly start to roam

Through the streets and alleyways, you walk  but it's not very far, then you hear a noise behind you, then you're bundled in a car

Ron

Jack in the box -
Change of pace for you Mr Ron.
thank you for sharing. 👍
3 years ago
The Kinky Poet​(other male) - Yes I love doing story poems
Cheers matey
3 years ago

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