Erotic Dreams & Horny Poetry

Dream

You drag me by my arm into a room, blindfolded. You threw me on the cold tiled floor. I'm searching around with my hands seeing if I can feel anything, to guess where I am. I feel a couch leg and managed to pull myself up and sit. You stand over me and yell down at me, 

"Who is he!!"

I didn't answer. You go to the coffee table and swipe you hand across it, throw everything off, hitting the floor loudly. Then you say,

"Are you fucking him?! 

No answer.

"Answer me!!"

I responded quietly and calmly, "That's none of your business."

You went into a rage.

"You are not to fuck ANYONE! I will NOT allow it!" You grabbed my arm and lifted me on top of the couch on my knees. I was wearing a skirt. You reached your hand up my skirt and down my panties and felt how wet I was.

You turned me around and pushed me deeper into the couch so my face was up against the back. You grabbed my hair, yanking my head back and went into my ear and whispered loudly yet sternly, "Does he fuck you like I do?" I can tell you were clenching your teeth down as you spoke. It only made me wetter.

You released my hair, lifted up my skirt and fucked me rough and raw. I moaned and you said, "No! Be quiet. You tell me his fucking name!"

Silence 

My silence only made you grow more angry and impatient, you threw your whole body into me forcefully in your next thrust.

"Jonathan!" I said hopelessly. 

You grabbed onto the crease of my hips as you kept pounding deeply into me and it felt impossible to not let out a sound. I kept biting my lip. 

"I want you to scream his name when I fuck you. That's the only sound I want to hear."

Mentally it fucked me up. But I did as I was told. 

In and out of my pussy you went. 

"Ahhhh. Jonathan!" 

"Now everytime you think about him, everytime you see him, everytime you say his name, you'll think of me fucking you and punishing you, whore."

You flipped me over, leaned down and held you hands over my clavicle and continued to drill into me. You saw how red and bruised my bottom lip was. 

You fucked me until I came violently and said, "Does he make you cum like I do?" 

You pulled out and came on top of me as you said, "Jonathan will never give you what I give you." 

Dream

Part IV - the final part

My face is down and my ass in spread open in the air. All I can see is the light reflecting off the shiny white tile. It's cold. Then I feel you slap something cold and tight around my wrists.

Handcuffs

My wrists are on my back. They're tight, digging quite deeply into my skin. Almost uncomfortable.
Do I say something? I don't want to set him off again.

You inspect my holes and to your gratification, you see my pussy leaking luminous fluids of vindication. This makes your cock throb uncontrollably as you forcibly remove your pants and get low to reach me.

"Wow, and now you're teasing me. You skanks are all the same. Your mouth says one thing but your cunt says another. God, what am I going to do with you, you filthy slut."

You grab the chain linking the cuffs together behind me, and lift up, pulling my front half up. Im holding on your balance. Your other hand held my head up by my chin, forcing my ass to go up higher to meet you as you got on your knees and began to throw your whole body into my tight wet pussy.

"Arghhhhhhhhh!!", the sensation escaped my mouth. Penetrating so deep, deeper than anything I've ever felt before. The feeling of my guts getting rearranged and absolutely mutilated. I squeeze down on my stomach, but that only makes me feel you more. I can feel every groove, vain, and pulse of your thick pipe. As you slam in and out, the sound of my thick juices and ass clapping against you only echo louder. It only gets me wetter, and you harder. My screams make you pull my fully extended neck harder, making it difficult for me moan and agonize. My tits hit violently against each other. I'm about to cum.

"Already? Wow, it's only been 15 minutes! See, I know what you want... I know what you like." You release your hold and put my cuffed wrists in front of me. I'm now on all fours.

"Be a good girl, and throw that fat ass back for Daddy."

Something about your voice just makes me do what I'm told. Something in your voice makes me dripping wet. So like the good girl I know I am, I balance my wrists on the floor with my knees to get a good grip, and start throwing my ass back to your rhythm. This only edges me a second time until you realize and stop again.

"Ooo girl! You're quick huh, or am I just hitting all the spots?", you said confidently. "You don't cum, until I say so."

I'm growing to hate how accurate you are. I didn't want to like it, but I did. You stopped fucking me and brought me into the bathroom. You put my right leg up, thigh resting on top of the double sink and placed my cuffed wrists in front of me. You grabbed my hair, cocking my head to the left. You forced my vision into the mirror in front of me as you kissed my neck and placed your hand on crease of my hip, starting to power fuck me hard against the vanity.

You were talking hard, against your shut teeth, "Look into the fucking mirror. Look at you... Look at me as I have my way with you. Fuck, baby you're getting so wet."

You took your hand off my hip and reach under my arm to grab ahold of my bouncing breasts, as you bent me forward with my head damn there in the sink.

"You better remember who this pussy belongs to. Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours."

" -Daddy! Who's pussy is this!"

"Yours Daddy!"

"Tell me you need me!"

"I fucking need you!"

"Who fucking owns you?!"

"You do, Daddy."

"I said, who fucking owns you, bitch!"

"You fucking own me Daddyyyyy!"

And with my loud moaning and panting and running mascara came the thick cream pie you graciously left in me. You uncuffed me and I threw my arms around you, kissing you.
"Thank you for granting my prostitute fantasy, making it come true."

You kissed my forehead and slapped my ass, "You've earn it, cupcake."

❤

Dream

Part III

"So is this some fetish for you? Threatening pros? Getting off on my fear?", I said as I unzipped my boots, shrinking 5 inches closer to the ground.

"Keep your mouth shut, bitch. Only speak when spoken to. Got it?!"

I look at you puzzled. I'm now down to my bra and panties. They're red and made of thin lace and mesh.

"Look. You can just keep the money. I won't tell anyone. My girlfriend is going to know something isn't right if I don't check in."

You sigh. You go over to my purse and reach in to grab my phone.
"You're going to check in and tell her everything checks out and I want to see you do it."

As soon as I send the message, you take my phone and drop it onto the floor, smashing it with the hard heel of your shoe.

You charge at me and grab me by my braids, dragging me across the shiny cold floor. I yelped as my hands fly up to grab your grip from my hair. I squeeze my eyes from the pain. Tears start to leave my face as I begin to realize the situation I'm in.

"Maybe next time you won't be stubborn and you'll listen when I tell you to fucking do something. Keep. Your mouth. Shut."

You throw my body onto the ground. I gasp, regaining my balance on the floor. I look up and see you're cock bulging from your pants.

"Get on your knees, and open your mouth like the cock whore you are."

I obliged as I whimper, heart racing. You picked up the money that was in the clip on the floor, roll it up, and shove the tube of money down my mouth, "And a cheap slut at that. Five hundred an hour? You think you're only worth five hundred an hour?"

You reach back into your breast pocket and start throwing Benjamins at my face. Another $300, $700, $1200... you keep throwing your money in my face until the floor is covered in twenties and hundreds.

As I'm on my knees, you grab my panties by the side and rip the mesh material clear off me. My pussy exposed. You squeeze my panties and feel how warm and wet they are. My scent begins to surround me.

"Oh you like when I throw my money at you? I bet that cunt is dripping, screaming for me. Lean down and spread your holes for Daddy to see."

Dream

Part II

I'm low on cash flow and he seems to have the means. I am in a 5 star hotel anyway, where rooms start at $725 a night. Let's see where this goes. I'll call my girl Monica and give her my whereabouts first and details about my john.

I finish my drink and wait another 5 minutes. Then I proceed to the bathroom and freshen myself up a bit before heading to the top floor. Chew on a few mints, reapply lipstick, check for any body odor and get that taken care of.

I get onto the elevator and press 1218. The touch screen demands a pass code and I enter 466, then it proceeds all the way up. Once at the top, the elevator doors open directly into the penthouse. There you were sitting on the couch, slouched, legs ajar, tie loosen, top buttons undone, drink in your hand and one on the glass table in front of you.

"There she is," your voice was deep and salacious. Eyes low. You swirled your drink around in your glass and sized me up as I walked more into room.

"I made you a drink, old fashioned right? I smelled it downstairs at the bar."

I am not drinking that shit.

You chuckle, "It's not spiked sweetheart, relaxed."

Totally spiked, definitely not drinking it.

I look away from you and start looking around the room instead. It's very clean, I don't even see a suitcase, newspaper or anything. I set my purse down and take off coat. "This is a nice penthouse."

You stood up, took my coat and reached into the breast pocket of your jacket blazer. Out came a chrome clip containing $500. I look you in the eyes, smile and take the money.

"Straight to business. I like that", saying with a smirk on my face. As soon as I do, you flash your gold badge resting on your waist.

I'm such a fucking idiot.

I drop the clip and bolt towards the elevator. But you're faster than me and get to the elevator before I do. My heart rate is pounding and I start to panic.

"No, ha, you're not going anywhere," a dark smile took over your face.

"Come on, please. I'm not working, I just want to leave. I didn't do anything wrong", I pled.

"Like hell you didn't do anything wrong. You know prostitution is illegal in this state. But you're lucky I'm in a generous mood. Now, you don't want to go to the station, fine. But I paid you $500 and I intend to get what I paid for... Take your fucking clothes off, whore."

I cannot believe this. How is what he's doing even legal?? My eyes start to water. I close my eyes, surely this isn't happening, right?

"NOW!"

Dream

Part 1

Black sheer tights and my favorite black thigh high boots. I'm wearing a mini skirt and white body suit. My hair is in long braids down to my waist. I'm wearing a short coat, having a drink at the hotel bar, forgetting about the day. Then you sat next to me...

"Double of Jameson," you said to the bartender. I notice you but pay you no mind. 

"Hi. Good evening. I love your boots!" you said looking at me, as you occupied the stool next to me.

I looked your way and smiled, "Thank you. They're my favorite pair."

"Wow!" Your eyes lit up, your face was in shock. "You are gorgeous! I only just saw your hair and boots, but your have such a beautiful face."

"Thank you," I chuckled looking down at my old fashioned and couldn't think of anything else to say. 

"You're very welcome, I can't believe a woman of your beauty is alone at the bar. Or are you waiting for your boyfriend?"

Y'all are so predictable, it's so stale. 

"No, no boyfriend. I'm just unwinding for the night. I've had a long week."

"I hear you, same. I've been in back to back board meetings trying to launch a new prototype for cyber security... And here I go, still taking work home... You want to go somewhere and maybe unwind together?"

I look you sternly in the eyes and confidently say, "It'll be five hundred an hour for my company."

You scoffed, "Honey, money isn't a problem. I have a room upstairs. Finish your drink and meet me in 1218. Pass code 466"

Ooo. Penthouse suite. 

You finish your drink and leave. Your cologne was very intoxicating. Prada, I think. I noticed your cufflinks, big shiny watch, and sense of urgency. Do I stay or do I go? 

Poem

Vulnerability, commitment, trust.

Stimulating conversations, definitely a must.

A wink, a kiss, a hold to touch.

I blow, you whip, the start of our lust.

I'm at the cusp,

Daddy, I'm gonna bust. 

My scent of wet pussy is getting robust. 

It makes you get primal, 

Then you start to thrust. 

Harder and deeper,

You make me scream FUCK

A fist of my hair, 

As you whisper in my ear: 

"Scream all you want, 

You're not going anywhere."

You flip my body over and put my legs in the air.

And tell me all the thing that I love to hear.  

I'm your filthy cunt, slut,

Daddy's repair

Break me down, build me up

Take it, 'cause it's there  

You make my body sing, 

And squirt in despair

I thank you everyday,

Because in your heart, you care.

These poems were fully written on the spot yesterday by the man that occupies my mind 😄 He asked me to publish them:

My sweet chocolate cupcake 

Spread your lips and swallow me whole 

My shaft longs to fill you 

I feed your desire 

You ignite my fire 

Good girl 

You wag like a puppy 

Drip, and then gush 

Oh what a rush 

The pleasure of 

Ebony and ivory

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Shiver and quake 

Your passion I awake 

Lusting and longing 

Hot, wet, and panting 

Kneeling, you beg 

Waiting to serve 

Earn what you deserve 

I run my hand up your leg 

How sweet and how wet 

On me your heart’s set 

A cupcake, my prey 

For me you’ll stay 

Forever wet and throbbing

Poem

I'm your cupcake, your ebony.
You're my ivory, the irony.

You traced your fingers down my legs,
Watching my eyes close and beg

The softness of my skin is irresistible to you,
You wrap your hand around my neck, but I never go blue.

You know just how to get me going.
Just like a dog, panting and moaning.

Prone bone on the bed, fuck me fucking deep.
You're about to cum, so I drop onto my knees.

Mouth open wide, gimme Daddy please.
Let me take it all in, I love to taste your seed.

Dream

I have been your sub for one whole long year and we have yet to meet in-person. We can blame the large Atlantic Ocean that is between us. But I have just gotten an amazing business opportunity to be flown out and work a little over an hour away from you. But I'll only be there for 4 full days. Would I be able to see you?

"What are the dates, Coco?", you asked. I loved the pet name you've given me, for my love of all things coconut. 

"I fly in on May 2nd and I then the redeye home on the 7th, Sir," I said holding my breath over the phone. Pleeeeease let these days work. 

"Oh. I'm actually taking vacation time that week,"

Yes!

"But unfortunately, I have previous arrangements that's I can't change. I'll be about 5 hours away from you during the first half, but I'll be home for the remainder."

Ugh. Okay but not all bad!

"It'll be great to finally see you, Coco. Very eager to see all of you." The sultriness in your voice was very apparent. And I was equally fervid. 

Being the protective Daddy you are, you asked for all of my flight, hotel, and work address information. You made sure I packed specific outfits, lingerie, shoes, and lipstick. 

My day was finally here to see you. My last night here. You had arranged to pick me up from my hotel. Even though we've spent countless hours  videochatting and talking on the phone, it was still captivating seeing you in person. To smell your scent, feel your cheek up against mine and taste your lips as we embraced for the first time. I smiled ear to ear as you drove us all the way into your town.

You told me to bring my camera so you could see pictures of the work I've accomplished since being here; the massive 5 tier wedding cake. We stopped for tea at this Café and were just walking and talking. I'm just following you because I'm not familiar with the area. But, I noticed it was getting more and more secluded. You had my camera in your hand and I tried to get it back to take a picture of the landscape but you held it up so I couldn't reach it. 

Then you pushed me. 

I stopped walking and just stared at you.

"Come on Coco, work for it," you said, teasingly.

I tried again.

You did the same move.

You then said, "If you don't get it the next time you're going to regret it." 

You were remarkably tall, I couldn't comprehend what was going on. But I tried again, and I grabbed ahold of it partially but it slipped out of my hands. 

"Strip."

I paused and just looked at you puzzled. It was hot and I was wearing the airy dress you instructed me to wear.

"Tsk tsk tsk," you said, clicking your tongue.

"The dress, Coco," you demanded as you stuck out your hand. "I want you to strip out of your dress and then proceed to walk ahead of me a few paces."

I was reluctant because we were still in public even though there weren't much people or buildings near us. The area had a railroad track path but very open with lots of trees. 

I stripped and gave you my dress and did as I was told, not saying a word. You checked your watch.

"Once more. Have another go at it." You raised the camera up high. 

This time I jump up, but unsuccessful again.

"Oh dear. That would mean your bra is next young lady. Come, be a good girl and place it in my hand." You voice grew more and more salacious.

In the distance a train whistle blew. No wonder you checked your watch- you knew it was scheduled to come.

You saw how dubious I was becoming.

"The longer you wait, the worse it will be for you," you warned.

And you were right; by the time I did, the train was coming.

"Had you done as you were told promptly, I wouldn't have to do this. Lay across my lap now, topless, while all the commuters watch me spank you as the train passes by, for being a bad girl." Your eyes started to go grim.

My ass was now red and I was topless walking around God knows where in the heat. My ass and now my feet were getting sore.

"Sir, may we please take a break?"

You always told me to walk in front of you and it was because you were taking pictures of me the entire time but I didn't know.

"You want to take a break? Okay. Before you do, strip from your underwear, stand up against that big tree, then turn around."

When I turned around, that's when I saw you were taking photos of me. You looked at me with such marveling eyes. I can still see it to this day. 

"Coco, I wanted you to pose up against this tree because you are breathtakingly resplendent. You wanted to take photos of the landscape but I wanted you to see what I see: speechless beauty. I want you to remember this day, the day I left my mark on you. And now you have the photos to prove it."

Poem

I had this licentious attitude before I met you. It's what attracted you to me, admit it. 

Your concupiscent need to discipline me, straighten me, conquer me. You loved the challenge. To mold me into this tightly bound corset of perfection.

You received gratification in allowing me think I had the upper hand, getting under your skin.
Only to use that energy to plow amelioration into me. Deeply. Over and over again.

"Say something now", right?

Oooo! When I went silent. You knew you had me, you surmounted. I learned that I loved when you overpowered me. Relinquishing me from my resilient exterior.

How quickly my tone changed when the leather flogger came out.

How quickly I thanked you every time you stroke me with that riding crop.

How quickly I puddled when you put me over your knee and lambasted my ass as you degraded me.

And I thank you for it, everyday. For making me, a better me. Thank you, Sir.