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Poetry competition CLOSED 16th June 2022 4:06pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
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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Anonymous
#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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