I posted this poem a few months ago. However, due to a vindictive, and unstable ex, I had to delete it.
A few months ago an ex of mine, found my profile on the Cage, and decided to trash my poems, call me out by my real name, private message venia, and basically try to wreak havoc on the Cage. She has tried this on many kink sites. Sadly, she managed to gaslight people, on other sites, into believing her lies. Such is the case with people who suffer from Narcissistic Personality Disorder. They are master manipulators, who lack empathy, and objectivity.
Thanks to many good people on here, she did not succeed on theCage. Immediately people reached out to venia and myself. Within a short time this unstable woman was blocked from many profiles, and eventually stopped her insanity. I would like to thank all of you who stood up for venia and myself .... it is something neither venia, nor I will not forget.
v,
Daddy's Belt is in hand ... anxiously waiting for you your return 😈❤️
She lay there...
hands between her legs, thinking of him.
she knew it was wrong…
knew she should have asked permission.
Thoughts of last nights scene broke her resolve.
the sound of his belt unbuckling ...
the fire in his eyes …
the scent of sex and sin ...
Reeling in a maelstrom of exquisite lust.
imagining the heat from his belt on scorched skin.
in a feverish frenzy,
her agile fingers plunged deeper.
Thighs quiver…
expressed … obsessed … possessed …
plump and swollen
dripping with a burgeoning desire
lost in a raging sea of organic bliss ...
thoughts of Daddy's belt kept urging her on.
~ W
