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Poetry competition CLOSED 16th June 2022 4:06pm
WINNER
Nevermindthegaps
Nevermindthegaps
Unlimited Sick Erotica
Poetry Contest Description
Expand upon her sick sexual conquest. Go to the extreme on how you would challenge her erotic level. The poem below will start it off with possible ideas.
Preferably new, but old poems or older retooled poems is also excepted. Just get wild with it from realism to bizarre fantasy.
Xenomorph Erotic Empress
"Her alien sexual fantasies caused her a permanent exile
Now a pariah of her race, because her exploits were forbidden and vile,
"For many alien species she is called a galactic forbidden sickness
Or better known as the cursed Xenomorph Erotic Empress,
"Her reputation throughout the cosmos grew
Creating a twisted following who were limited and few,
"The fools did not know they were messing with venom
Until her sought teachings transformed them into a victim,
"A pornographic predator who prey on primitive worlds
Not giving a fuck about religion, race if they're boy or girl,
"Just flesh to be bio-reconstructed in the worst way
Then leaving them transformed and mind raped from her erotic play,
"She visits galaxies that has an abundance of births
Her preferred choice is the deformed and retarded at first,
"A seductive charlatan promising a better life
But not telling them its only possible if they survive her surgical knife,
"From creating artificial orifices to erotic toxic skin
Even cerebral euphoric seizures when her victims think about sin,
"Forcing unwanted pregnancies to any gender she is fuckin
Then in midterm performing xenomorph orgasmic curettage abortion,
"Gender transforming transsexuals for her is a sick dream
With no anesthesia administered their asses begin to scream,
"Sexual torture and uncomfortable surgery get her xeno wet
And if they die out of the nearest airlock their bodies she jets,
"Those that survive are tagged with a kiss of false love
Infused with a parasitic enraptured sickness that incubates in blood,
"Years later she returns to perform her xenomorph sexual hunt
Rape-killing those captured with her polymorphic cunt,
"The innocent around she makes sure there is no escape
Receiving a mutilating penetrating tentacle fate,
"Then once again teleporting back to her ship
Lightspeed to another planet performing the same shit".
Now a pariah of her race, because her exploits were forbidden and vile,
"For many alien species she is called a galactic forbidden sickness
Or better known as the cursed Xenomorph Erotic Empress,
"Her reputation throughout the cosmos grew
Creating a twisted following who were limited and few,
"The fools did not know they were messing with venom
Until her sought teachings transformed them into a victim,
"A pornographic predator who prey on primitive worlds
Not giving a fuck about religion, race if they're boy or girl,
"Just flesh to be bio-reconstructed in the worst way
Then leaving them transformed and mind raped from her erotic play,
"She visits galaxies that has an abundance of births
Her preferred choice is the deformed and retarded at first,
"A seductive charlatan promising a better life
But not telling them its only possible if they survive her surgical knife,
"From creating artificial orifices to erotic toxic skin
Even cerebral euphoric seizures when her victims think about sin,
"Forcing unwanted pregnancies to any gender she is fuckin
Then in midterm performing xenomorph orgasmic curettage abortion,
"Gender transforming transsexuals for her is a sick dream
With no anesthesia administered their asses begin to scream,
"Sexual torture and uncomfortable surgery get her xeno wet
And if they die out of the nearest airlock their bodies she jets,
"Those that survive are tagged with a kiss of false love
Infused with a parasitic enraptured sickness that incubates in blood,
"Years later she returns to perform her xenomorph sexual hunt
Rape-killing those captured with her polymorphic cunt,
"The innocent around she makes sure there is no escape
Receiving a mutilating penetrating tentacle fate,
"Then once again teleporting back to her ship
Lightspeed to another planet performing the same shit".
Written by CasketSharpe
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The poem above will start it off with possible ideas.
The poem above will start it off with possible ideas.
Shirith'nar's Pleasure
- Shirith'nar's Pleasure -
Pale blue as like an azure jewel, her flesh enhanced with cybernetics...
Eyes glowing with the light from electric vibrancy, with a lust for life!
Unlike those who had created the form she wore like some do raiment,
She was a freer spirit, with inclinations far beyond the mind to ponder.
The product of cloning and mechanical engineering, a perfect creation,
Eve was never so fair, nor so imaginative and sometimes so very sick...
With passion's fever, stirring her on, to use her wiles in cause of strife.
Hedonistic in her inclinations was she, and wilder in her temperament,
Than any girl child born of human flesh and blood; so we may wonder.
How did she feel, that angelic but devilish heir to some Titan matron?
Attired in a diaphanous cloak, gauzy, light and airy to billow behind...
As she glides across the floor of her temple, seeing those gathered on,
The goddess of love in this form unseen before by the people of Mars.
Her name was sacred to the gathered throng, who longed to so indulge,
Every fantasy forbidden or otherwise, that she might deign to so teach.
They saw her now, a vision of alien beauty enough to drive men blind!
She taught them arts unimaginable, and countless souls she thus won,
Claimed with pleasures unnamed, witnessed beneath the distant stars.
Her lips were full and lovely, and of kisses they drank until quite full,
For a bit, for insatiable was her wanton hunger that to me did beseech.
Come to me my inhuman kindred, and lose yourself in my azure arms,
To remind you of the skies of worlds that you have of old thus tread...
In crafts of steel, seeking for release from pains that you cannot tell of!
Thus she spake unto me, and I was moved, to join her in her madness.
I knelt before her majestic form, coursing as it was with such energy...
That it was as if she had within her, some divine force's lofty charms.
I too was sick with passion, and so I did heed all she taught and said,
Allowing her to take me unto domains, where the only rule was love.
She touched something deep within me, and liberated me of sadness!
Her expert techniques beyond a human lover's, bringing me to ecstasy.
Shirith'nar was the name of this goddess that was in pleasure adored,
With wild orgies, held in sandstone temples lined with silk draperies.
Slick with sweat, lovers writhing beneath the gaze of one they revere!
The heat of a Martian summer causing the fires within to blaze hotly.
Perverse yet wondrous, strange yet magical, the experiences of she...
That queen of carnality, for whom the temple virgins became whores.
At her pleasure, one might experience of either elation or indignities,
Always craving more, her sinuous words echoing in every eager ear!
We were her playthings and we gave ourselves unto her so wantonly.
In return she taught us to be liberated, showing us all how to be free!
Pale blue as like an azure jewel, her flesh enhanced with cybernetics...
Eyes glowing with the light from electric vibrancy, with a lust for life!
Unlike those who had created the form she wore like some do raiment,
She was a freer spirit, with inclinations far beyond the mind to ponder.
The product of cloning and mechanical engineering, a perfect creation,
Eve was never so fair, nor so imaginative and sometimes so very sick...
With passion's fever, stirring her on, to use her wiles in cause of strife.
Hedonistic in her inclinations was she, and wilder in her temperament,
Than any girl child born of human flesh and blood; so we may wonder.
How did she feel, that angelic but devilish heir to some Titan matron?
Attired in a diaphanous cloak, gauzy, light and airy to billow behind...
As she glides across the floor of her temple, seeing those gathered on,
The goddess of love in this form unseen before by the people of Mars.
Her name was sacred to the gathered throng, who longed to so indulge,
Every fantasy forbidden or otherwise, that she might deign to so teach.
They saw her now, a vision of alien beauty enough to drive men blind!
She taught them arts unimaginable, and countless souls she thus won,
Claimed with pleasures unnamed, witnessed beneath the distant stars.
Her lips were full and lovely, and of kisses they drank until quite full,
For a bit, for insatiable was her wanton hunger that to me did beseech.
Come to me my inhuman kindred, and lose yourself in my azure arms,
To remind you of the skies of worlds that you have of old thus tread...
In crafts of steel, seeking for release from pains that you cannot tell of!
Thus she spake unto me, and I was moved, to join her in her madness.
I knelt before her majestic form, coursing as it was with such energy...
That it was as if she had within her, some divine force's lofty charms.
I too was sick with passion, and so I did heed all she taught and said,
Allowing her to take me unto domains, where the only rule was love.
She touched something deep within me, and liberated me of sadness!
Her expert techniques beyond a human lover's, bringing me to ecstasy.
Shirith'nar was the name of this goddess that was in pleasure adored,
With wild orgies, held in sandstone temples lined with silk draperies.
Slick with sweat, lovers writhing beneath the gaze of one they revere!
The heat of a Martian summer causing the fires within to blaze hotly.
Perverse yet wondrous, strange yet magical, the experiences of she...
That queen of carnality, for whom the temple virgins became whores.
At her pleasure, one might experience of either elation or indignities,
Always craving more, her sinuous words echoing in every eager ear!
We were her playthings and we gave ourselves unto her so wantonly.
In return she taught us to be liberated, showing us all how to be free!
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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ORGASMATRON
…and the wind whispered “if you fuck ‘em, they will come”...
That’s when Viktor decided to build himself a machine,
An apparatus designed to make the women cream,
Like a dream schemed in the mind of a deviant teen,
He'd lure them into his lair and fuck ‘em to the extreme.
Viktor spent years building the device in his basement,
For one day it would take over as a replacement,
But if you ask anyone, this was no easy task,
He customized it so it would fit into his shaft.
He made it look natural, complete with brakes and pads,
Hooking up the electrodes right into his gnads,
He built controls to be able to change length and girth,
A fitting for each woman always making it their worth.
Then he’d prowl the clubs at night and seduce the females,
Promising them bliss with all the vivid details,
And those who took a chance on Viktor would enjoy the ride,
His contraption always left them very satisfied.
His became a thing of legend and urban erotic lore,
Every woman fell in love because they wanted more,
Viktor kept improving the machine he erected,
He'd work until his performance would be perfected.
One night in his lab as Viktor tinkered with the device,
He heard the voice again giving him the same advice,
He looked around and couldn't see where it had came from,
As the voice again said: “If you fuck ‘em, they will come”.
Just then a loud bolt of lightning struck across the sky,
He removed the wires quickly so he wouldn’t fry,
But the computer registered a strange anomaly,
Viktor became supercharged anatomically.
The shaft became fully engorged and it grew quite large,
And the voice said “MOTHERFUCKER, I'M THE ONE IN CHARGE”,
Baffled that he didn’t know how to control his bone,
Viktor screamed “IT’S ALIVE! It’s got a mind of its own!”.
“I’M ORGASMATRON, MASTER OF CLIMAX AND ORGASM”
As Viktor trembled with fear, he felt a strange spasm,
“What do you want to do?” He asked almost out of breath,
“LET’S GO FUCK SOMEONE HARD INTO A BEAUTIFUL DEATH”.
And Viktor went out into the cool October nights,
Picking up women who were curious with delight,
But ORGASMATRON would leave women so elated,
He’d pound them so hard until they were dehydrated.
Women would scream and cream in the agony of bliss,
Leaving Viktor unsure if it was real or just piss,
They would pass out as ORGASMATRON would then connive,
Escaping into the night unsure if they were left alive.
And Viktor would go off and find another victim,
Then it didn’t matter if it was a male rectum,
ORGASMATRON took over until Viktor was numb,
Obeying his new master, fuckin’ em until they’d come.
So men, protect your wives and girlfriends it’s your duty,
And if you’re not into it, make sure to guard your booty,
A ferocious dong prowls amongst us ‘til early dawn,
Beware of the sexual monster called ORGASMATRON.
That’s when Viktor decided to build himself a machine,
An apparatus designed to make the women cream,
Like a dream schemed in the mind of a deviant teen,
He'd lure them into his lair and fuck ‘em to the extreme.
Viktor spent years building the device in his basement,
For one day it would take over as a replacement,
But if you ask anyone, this was no easy task,
He customized it so it would fit into his shaft.
He made it look natural, complete with brakes and pads,
Hooking up the electrodes right into his gnads,
He built controls to be able to change length and girth,
A fitting for each woman always making it their worth.
Then he’d prowl the clubs at night and seduce the females,
Promising them bliss with all the vivid details,
And those who took a chance on Viktor would enjoy the ride,
His contraption always left them very satisfied.
His became a thing of legend and urban erotic lore,
Every woman fell in love because they wanted more,
Viktor kept improving the machine he erected,
He'd work until his performance would be perfected.
One night in his lab as Viktor tinkered with the device,
He heard the voice again giving him the same advice,
He looked around and couldn't see where it had came from,
As the voice again said: “If you fuck ‘em, they will come”.
Just then a loud bolt of lightning struck across the sky,
He removed the wires quickly so he wouldn’t fry,
But the computer registered a strange anomaly,
Viktor became supercharged anatomically.
The shaft became fully engorged and it grew quite large,
And the voice said “MOTHERFUCKER, I'M THE ONE IN CHARGE”,
Baffled that he didn’t know how to control his bone,
Viktor screamed “IT’S ALIVE! It’s got a mind of its own!”.
“I’M ORGASMATRON, MASTER OF CLIMAX AND ORGASM”
As Viktor trembled with fear, he felt a strange spasm,
“What do you want to do?” He asked almost out of breath,
“LET’S GO FUCK SOMEONE HARD INTO A BEAUTIFUL DEATH”.
And Viktor went out into the cool October nights,
Picking up women who were curious with delight,
But ORGASMATRON would leave women so elated,
He’d pound them so hard until they were dehydrated.
Women would scream and cream in the agony of bliss,
Leaving Viktor unsure if it was real or just piss,
They would pass out as ORGASMATRON would then connive,
Escaping into the night unsure if they were left alive.
And Viktor would go off and find another victim,
Then it didn’t matter if it was a male rectum,
ORGASMATRON took over until Viktor was numb,
Obeying his new master, fuckin’ em until they’d come.
So men, protect your wives and girlfriends it’s your duty,
And if you’re not into it, make sure to guard your booty,
A ferocious dong prowls amongst us ‘til early dawn,
Beware of the sexual monster called ORGASMATRON.
Written by wallyroo92
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God Of Fuck
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/t897S46auZ6FoxAy9
sometimes you have to draw it out
pause
in the long silences
where glances
looks
even the sounds you make
make me
mmmmm
crave to blaze a path of flames
trail them from lips,
to neck,
to navel
plant hot kisses
on the lips of your desire
to lick that tingle into a frenzy of want
to hold you on the cusp of
satisfaction
make you grind
gasp for me to pass this torture
to the nirvana
my chest
the thickness of my thighs
the breadth of my back
promise
in all their strength and power
the way you let
my work hardened hands
pin your wrists in place
so you can't cover the sensitivity of your nipples
the slight rasp and slide of stubble
as the heat of my breath
chars its way to your ear lobe
Do you want to come for me?
Do you want me to come for you?
heat smoulders from your fuck me eyes
we stare into the depths of each other
a moment more naked than skin
a smirk dances on my face
tells you
I know what you want
the acquiesce of your neck
tells me
that you can take every inch of throbbing pleasure
I offer
dares me to try and break you
my hand travels down to search
with delicate caresses
for the tautness of your sin
to dip inside
find how much you want me
use that want to slather your clit
in slippery circles
as you arch into the ache
into the almost of release
you want to break over infinity signs
I trace
on your labia
on that little nub of lightning
that buzzes you in shocks and shudders
until you cry to god
the god of
fuck
me
kneeling beside you
one hand on your wrists
the other playing as a maestro pianist
in a concert solo
you moan
as I place the thickness of my cock
onto your cheek
you take my offering
with greed and conviction
as if your throat is a second cunt
we connect a live wire
circuit of pleasure
and the earth
is waiting to spark us out
I play those keys in fervour
adjusting pace and placement
until you have to stop
and concentrate on you
on your pleasure
whisper right there,
don't
oh fuck
mmmm,
fuck me,
YES,
you come
shuddering wet heat
panting breath
open eyes
meet mine
and you understand
that we have just begun
sometimes you have to draw it out
pause
in the long silences
where glances
looks
even the sounds you make
make me
mmmmm
crave to blaze a path of flames
trail them from lips,
to neck,
to navel
plant hot kisses
on the lips of your desire
to lick that tingle into a frenzy of want
to hold you on the cusp of
satisfaction
make you grind
gasp for me to pass this torture
to the nirvana
my chest
the thickness of my thighs
the breadth of my back
promise
in all their strength and power
the way you let
my work hardened hands
pin your wrists in place
so you can't cover the sensitivity of your nipples
the slight rasp and slide of stubble
as the heat of my breath
chars its way to your ear lobe
Do you want to come for me?
Do you want me to come for you?
heat smoulders from your fuck me eyes
we stare into the depths of each other
a moment more naked than skin
a smirk dances on my face
tells you
I know what you want
the acquiesce of your neck
tells me
that you can take every inch of throbbing pleasure
I offer
dares me to try and break you
my hand travels down to search
with delicate caresses
for the tautness of your sin
to dip inside
find how much you want me
use that want to slather your clit
in slippery circles
as you arch into the ache
into the almost of release
you want to break over infinity signs
I trace
on your labia
on that little nub of lightning
that buzzes you in shocks and shudders
until you cry to god
the god of
fuck
me
kneeling beside you
one hand on your wrists
the other playing as a maestro pianist
in a concert solo
you moan
as I place the thickness of my cock
onto your cheek
you take my offering
with greed and conviction
as if your throat is a second cunt
we connect a live wire
circuit of pleasure
and the earth
is waiting to spark us out
I play those keys in fervour
adjusting pace and placement
until you have to stop
and concentrate on you
on your pleasure
whisper right there,
don't
oh fuck
mmmm,
fuck me,
YES,
you come
shuddering wet heat
panting breath
open eyes
meet mine
and you understand
that we have just begun
Written by Nevermindthegaps
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#buttsex
I want you to
hurt me.
But not like that,
not with the gentility
of tying me down
and gently reading
the rug burn on my back
like a Rorschach test.
While that sounds
like a hell of a
way to pass a
random Wednesday,
I want you
to
hurt
me.
I want to be on
the toilet tomorrow,
hands shaking
body tensed,
whimpering as I
dab away the little
traces
of
true
lust.
I want you push
me face down
without a kiss
and smack the
firm globe of my ass,
get me hot for a little
play time,
and then I want you to
really
hurt me.
Shove it in my ass
dry, the veins in
your forearms standing
out like a man hanged,
pushing it in
hard,
sloughing the skin off your cock,
while holding my ass up
and my head down.
I want to be covered in sweat
and I want you to forget my
name
while you battle
tight, unforgiving friction
and
just
grunt.
And if I can form
words coherently
then you’re doing it wrong.
The only sound I want to hear from me
is a battered
guttural
scream in the back of my throat
too far down to count as language,
too far away to pray,
or beg;
I want you to
rip those noises
from my throat
in time with the
slap of your
thighs against mine.
And if you need to
wrap your forearm
around my neck
to keep me from
getting
away,
then I want that.
The only softness in
our sex
should be the way my
skin rips beautifully
(on the inside);
the way I become
a human sacrifice,
a blood sacrifice,
a soul sacrifice
on the altar of
your
absolute
disdain.
I want to lean
my head against
the bathroom wall
after checking
my phone.
I want to hear
a drop of blood
fall from my broken
ass as I act like a
lovelorn little girl
and weep
because you
never messaged me
after.
I just want you to break me.
Then leave.
I just want
You
to hurt me
better than before
hurt me.
But not like that,
not with the gentility
of tying me down
and gently reading
the rug burn on my back
like a Rorschach test.
While that sounds
like a hell of a
way to pass a
random Wednesday,
I want you
to
hurt
me.
I want to be on
the toilet tomorrow,
hands shaking
body tensed,
whimpering as I
dab away the little
traces
of
true
lust.
I want you push
me face down
without a kiss
and smack the
firm globe of my ass,
get me hot for a little
play time,
and then I want you to
really
hurt me.
Shove it in my ass
dry, the veins in
your forearms standing
out like a man hanged,
pushing it in
hard,
sloughing the skin off your cock,
while holding my ass up
and my head down.
I want to be covered in sweat
and I want you to forget my
name
while you battle
tight, unforgiving friction
and
just
grunt.
And if I can form
words coherently
then you’re doing it wrong.
The only sound I want to hear from me
is a battered
guttural
scream in the back of my throat
too far down to count as language,
too far away to pray,
or beg;
I want you to
rip those noises
from my throat
in time with the
slap of your
thighs against mine.
And if you need to
wrap your forearm
around my neck
to keep me from
getting
away,
then I want that.
The only softness in
our sex
should be the way my
skin rips beautifully
(on the inside);
the way I become
a human sacrifice,
a blood sacrifice,
a soul sacrifice
on the altar of
your
absolute
disdain.
I want to lean
my head against
the bathroom wall
after checking
my phone.
I want to hear
a drop of blood
fall from my broken
ass as I act like a
lovelorn little girl
and weep
because you
never messaged me
after.
I just want you to break me.
Then leave.
I just want
You
to hurt me
better than before
Written by Betty
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You Fucking Asked For It
fuck it all!
I wonder how turned on you would be
if I hurt you
the way you beg to be hurt
how much can you really take?
you crawl on your knees and plead
that you’ve been a bad girl
Do you know the things these hands have done?
there’s a scar from
collapsing a man's eye socket
in one shot
spiral fractures that had him
in fits as he pissed himself
punched a man's nose completely off his face,
I am damaged goods
and you beg of me
stir the anger in my blood
the dirty sediment that has settled
but when riled drowns out clarity
drowns out reason….
I snapped a man's wrist radius
and ulna clean from his hand
because he grabbed my throat
had a man bleed from his eyes
from his ears, frontal lobe concussion
and ruptured ear drums
I am violence personified
when uncaged
you want that?
baby I am too broken
to play this game with you
you slap me
scream at me
slap me again
shove me out the room
slam shut your indignation
screaming obscenities……
I snap
walk through the bedroom door
as if it's a breezeway
shards and splinters fly
as the wrecked remnants
shatter all over the floor
there’s awe in your eyes
you swallow
exaggerated
in slow motion
I see your fear
I see you lick a small speck of my blood
from the pink of your lip
we can taste it in the air
blood runs down my arms
splinters stick from bulging muscles
as heavy breathing blazes my wild eyes
you slap me again
with one hand I grab your hair
rip you from your feet
and pin you face down on the bed
rip the rear end out of your pants
slap your ass
hard enough to bruise instantly,
screaming
YOU WANT THIS,
HUH,
YOU WANT IT THAT FUCKING BAD
I unbuckle one handed
my belt hits the floor
smash my cock into your
soft heat
and take you
you are wetter than you have ever been
your first cum
wets my thighs
you drip with the searing lust
as this beast
pounds like a pneumatic drill
growling,
I rip your head back
sink my teeth into your neck
draw blood
turn your face and smear it
on you
a charnel house scene
obscene in its bestial display
you cum again in a screaming fit
of obscenities,
fuck, you chant nose turned up
in a snarl
"yes, fuck my cunt"
you squirt a gush as if my cock has cut an artery
in your lust and soak the sheets
I RAM MY ANGERINTO YOU
I clench and cum
squirting every last ounce of myself
into you and collapse on your back
my hand unlocks from your hair
you fall forward
and I walk out
remnants of the door
squeak on
busted hinges
Written by Nevermindthegaps
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