Erotica and Fetishs
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about a fetish or anything erotica.
one month deadline. collabs allowed. one poem a poet. any type and format.
Anonymous
Let me start us off:
"Twisted Erotica"
Chain me to wall,
Gnaw on my flesh like an animal,
Pour hot candle wax on my nipples,
Chant in latin and perform a ritual with my body for an altar,
Coat me in blood,
Use your tongue to clean it off,
Summon your demons,Force them to watch us,
As you enter me hard with you cock.
"Twisted Erotica"
Chain me to wall,
Gnaw on my flesh like an animal,
Pour hot candle wax on my nipples,
Chant in latin and perform a ritual with my body for an altar,
Coat me in blood,
Use your tongue to clean it off,
Summon your demons,Force them to watch us,
As you enter me hard with you cock.
SmokeMirrorComplex
Forum Posts: 55
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 10th Apr 2012Forum Posts: 55
Can I submit a part of a triology?
Lookawaynow
Rose
Forum Posts: 126
Rose
Tyrant of Words
13
Joined 7th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 126
A Tasty Revenge
The moonless smog hid her features well.
To be true she didn't clearly see him either.
Plying the trade, Blade close at hand
She waited for pleasure and pain.
He turned up, Her arm grabbed.
The iron railings between them
His breath foul
Breasts found by dirty hands.
He wasnt concerned for pussy,
As he pushed down, He unzipped
His manhood pushed through the rails.
Upto that moment he was a nobody, a nothing,
To let him gain pleasure from experienced
hands without any pain were her only thoughts..
But when his dick came into sight, She knew,
She knew she had seen it in years past,
Hands caressed it to be sure.
Huge it were, Her arse quivered at the
painful memories, One so young shouldnt see
such acts let alone act them out for this animal.
Oh she knew what he wanted alright,
He wanted a quick fix and who was she
to let him down..
She sucked the head of this beastly cock good,
Wanting to give him his best explosion ever.
One he would never forget..
Gripping his balls as they swelled and moved,
Ready to unleash his necter.
Her other hand gripped the blade.
His hands gripping the rails readying himself
His cock head swelled as he neared his climax.
Oh she was ready too.
He was too busy looking for passers by to notice
the blade close to his shaft.
His cock twitched, Her mouth started to fill.
One slice and shafts blood carrying vein cut through.
He did'nt notice in his orgasmic state that his cock
now pulsed blood.
Walking away into the night.
His screams of realisation echoing off the walls.
The taste of him on her tongue.
Orgasmic heaven taking her away.
This had indeed been a good night
The moonless smog hid her features well.
To be true she didn't clearly see him either.
Plying the trade, Blade close at hand
She waited for pleasure and pain.
He turned up, Her arm grabbed.
The iron railings between them
His breath foul
Breasts found by dirty hands.
He wasnt concerned for pussy,
As he pushed down, He unzipped
His manhood pushed through the rails.
Upto that moment he was a nobody, a nothing,
To let him gain pleasure from experienced
hands without any pain were her only thoughts..
But when his dick came into sight, She knew,
She knew she had seen it in years past,
Hands caressed it to be sure.
Huge it were, Her arse quivered at the
painful memories, One so young shouldnt see
such acts let alone act them out for this animal.
Oh she knew what he wanted alright,
He wanted a quick fix and who was she
to let him down..
She sucked the head of this beastly cock good,
Wanting to give him his best explosion ever.
One he would never forget..
Gripping his balls as they swelled and moved,
Ready to unleash his necter.
Her other hand gripped the blade.
His hands gripping the rails readying himself
His cock head swelled as he neared his climax.
Oh she was ready too.
He was too busy looking for passers by to notice
the blade close to his shaft.
His cock twitched, Her mouth started to fill.
One slice and shafts blood carrying vein cut through.
He did'nt notice in his orgasmic state that his cock
now pulsed blood.
Walking away into the night.
His screams of realisation echoing off the walls.
The taste of him on her tongue.
Orgasmic heaven taking her away.
This had indeed been a good night
MaggieG
Forum Posts: 1831
Dangerous Mind
16
Joined 27th Nov 2012Forum Posts: 1831
Corrected
Her body is a tantrum tonight;
a fit of limbs
in the absence
of disciplined hands.
Amiss, without sound
or solace of hold
chests heave
with the scream
of demand. No
hush of sweet coercion
to quiet frustrations.
Fundaments
ache for correction;
Poised direction
in the fleshed etiquette
of being his oh so
good girl.
Her body is a tantrum tonight
and she wants her Daddy.
Her body is a tantrum tonight;
a fit of limbs
in the absence
of disciplined hands.
Amiss, without sound
or solace of hold
chests heave
with the scream
of demand. No
hush of sweet coercion
to quiet frustrations.
Fundaments
ache for correction;
Poised direction
in the fleshed etiquette
of being his oh so
good girl.
Her body is a tantrum tonight
and she wants her Daddy.
NimmieAmee
Forum Posts: 204
Thought Provoker
10
Joined 3rd Sep 2012Forum Posts: 204
Honesty
I am most gratified
when on my knees,
in my proper place
of subservience,
where the responsibility
and burden of control
falls to you
where I can,
obediently,
bear the full brunt
of your cruel impulses,
and love you for it,
without being held accountable
for my depravity
where my calculated resistance
and defiance,
designed specifically
to incite you,
is met with a firm hand
and harsh,
delicious pain
And where I am
the most true to myself
Magdalena
Spartalena
Forum Posts: 2993
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
62
Joined 21st Apr 2012Forum Posts: 2993
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Posed In Lace~
For your eyes to witness
black lace on pale skin
delve into my world
paint me in liquid crush
and lustful brush strokes
It clings my form transparent
hold that thought
while I move closer
close enough for
my breath to caress you
How badly do you want to
reach beneath the obstruction
of beautiful man-made fibres?
Legs slightly parted
I stand before you
offering your sultry dreams
Tell me
what is it that you want?
right here
right now
I am black lace and pale skin
open to persuasion
dripping in anticipation
aching for you to fill me
with your sultry dreams
Kiss my cherry flavoured lips
while I kiss the sky with your name
for the pleasure you deliver my core
in your grasp I will beg for more
Anonymous
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Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
- An Erotica of Eden -
There is no need to fear the flame, so embrace me as I desire!
Cast aside thy skirts and finery, that I may view thy nakedness.
Is such love a metaphor for the spirit revealed by a divine fire?
Then let us love like the gods: run thy hands across my dress…
And find delight between my thighs, as I ready myself for thee.
Let us dip our feet into the waters that wait to caress them soft,
The waters of passion, which lap and lick to set the spirit free…
Only for the heat of the moment to carry us ever so madly aloft!
Such is the moistness of a stolen kiss, from lips willing and wet.
My tongue laps against thy mouth, my teeth biting so playfully…
As we tumble at the foot of the Forbidden Tree without regret.
The sanctity of Eden’s gardens are remade by us, so blessedly,
So that God might be moved to blush by the fierceness of lust!
Thou dost divest me of my garments, as if opening a sweet gift.
I raise my rear, and into me I feel the pushing of thy first thrust,
Making me cry for wanting you bad, until naught to want is left.
In and out of me I feel thee throbbing hard and wet in thy sport,
One hand around my waist, the other reaching for my member!
I am pinioned, between two pleasures, as I beg three for more.
Thou hast me in thy power: and my love, thou shall remember!
Thrusting, grasping, in and out, and up and down, without end.
I moan for thee like a harlot and angels weep at what is done…
The roots of the tree that was blessed, our coupling does rend.
As thou dost climax, within me, the gardens burn like the sun…
Whilst thou hast caused my seed, to fall upon Eden’s carpeting.
Our flesh pours out its’ ecstasies like wine upon a sacred altar!
And Eden dies, as our sweat coats our bodies, ever glistening.
This is not the end of our love’s play, for we dare not so falter!
I lie upon my stomach, and thou dost fetch thy flagon of wine…
Pouring the blood-like nectar upon my skin, from neck to rear.
Thy lips lick it from me, but the pleasure is just as much mine…
For thy soul is entrapped by its’ thirst for me, drawing so near,
Unto damnation, and yet thou dost smile as if going to Paradise!
Through love thou art fallen, and we shall rise together in dawn.
I am thy addiction, I am thy craving, and I am thy favorite vice!
Thou are my lover, thou art the flame, which is unto me drawn.
Thy hands squeeze my buttocks, and I giggle like a mad child…
I turn unto my back, as I find myself grown hard and wet anew.
Take me again my darling, and in the taking be never too mild!
We have entire universes to defile, our madness to thusly ensue.
How many gardens were blighted by the power of our hunger?
I am the god and goddess of thy apostasy, thy angel and devil.
Pour thy wine, my Bacchus, and let Olympus rain its’ thunder!
We shall humble the gods, and cause them to worship our evil.
Let love be their downfall, let them rue the hour of my exiling…
As thy lips caress my hardness, licking and sucking with fervor!
Thy fingers do assist thee in these ministrations until I am smiling.
I rake my nails across thy body, marking thee as mine forever…
Thou dost not wince, even when I climax into thy tender mouth!
With this act completed we have nearly sealed the demon pact.
I dip my index finger into some of the wine flowing thus down…
From where it spilled from my flesh; and before thou can react,
I trace three sixes, upon thy lovely forehead, with my left hand.
Thou are forced to kneel before me, as I don again my clothes,
Whilst behind us there is no longer an Eden, only a wasteland…
Echoing with the cries of our love, wherever the wind so blows.
Come with me, my love, for we have other worlds to despoil…
And I have others gods and goddesses, to seduce to my cause!
Thou hast made love to a serpent, and felt that serpent’s coil…
Now thou art one thyself, entrapped by desire’s crimson claws.
There is no need to fear the flame, so embrace me as I desire!
Cast aside thy skirts and finery, that I may view thy nakedness.
Is such love a metaphor for the spirit revealed by a divine fire?
Then let us love like the gods: run thy hands across my dress…
And find delight between my thighs, as I ready myself for thee.
Let us dip our feet into the waters that wait to caress them soft,
The waters of passion, which lap and lick to set the spirit free…
Only for the heat of the moment to carry us ever so madly aloft!
Such is the moistness of a stolen kiss, from lips willing and wet.
My tongue laps against thy mouth, my teeth biting so playfully…
As we tumble at the foot of the Forbidden Tree without regret.
The sanctity of Eden’s gardens are remade by us, so blessedly,
So that God might be moved to blush by the fierceness of lust!
Thou dost divest me of my garments, as if opening a sweet gift.
I raise my rear, and into me I feel the pushing of thy first thrust,
Making me cry for wanting you bad, until naught to want is left.
In and out of me I feel thee throbbing hard and wet in thy sport,
One hand around my waist, the other reaching for my member!
I am pinioned, between two pleasures, as I beg three for more.
Thou hast me in thy power: and my love, thou shall remember!
Thrusting, grasping, in and out, and up and down, without end.
I moan for thee like a harlot and angels weep at what is done…
The roots of the tree that was blessed, our coupling does rend.
As thou dost climax, within me, the gardens burn like the sun…
Whilst thou hast caused my seed, to fall upon Eden’s carpeting.
Our flesh pours out its’ ecstasies like wine upon a sacred altar!
And Eden dies, as our sweat coats our bodies, ever glistening.
This is not the end of our love’s play, for we dare not so falter!
I lie upon my stomach, and thou dost fetch thy flagon of wine…
Pouring the blood-like nectar upon my skin, from neck to rear.
Thy lips lick it from me, but the pleasure is just as much mine…
For thy soul is entrapped by its’ thirst for me, drawing so near,
Unto damnation, and yet thou dost smile as if going to Paradise!
Through love thou art fallen, and we shall rise together in dawn.
I am thy addiction, I am thy craving, and I am thy favorite vice!
Thou are my lover, thou art the flame, which is unto me drawn.
Thy hands squeeze my buttocks, and I giggle like a mad child…
I turn unto my back, as I find myself grown hard and wet anew.
Take me again my darling, and in the taking be never too mild!
We have entire universes to defile, our madness to thusly ensue.
How many gardens were blighted by the power of our hunger?
I am the god and goddess of thy apostasy, thy angel and devil.
Pour thy wine, my Bacchus, and let Olympus rain its’ thunder!
We shall humble the gods, and cause them to worship our evil.
Let love be their downfall, let them rue the hour of my exiling…
As thy lips caress my hardness, licking and sucking with fervor!
Thy fingers do assist thee in these ministrations until I am smiling.
I rake my nails across thy body, marking thee as mine forever…
Thou dost not wince, even when I climax into thy tender mouth!
With this act completed we have nearly sealed the demon pact.
I dip my index finger into some of the wine flowing thus down…
From where it spilled from my flesh; and before thou can react,
I trace three sixes, upon thy lovely forehead, with my left hand.
Thou are forced to kneel before me, as I don again my clothes,
Whilst behind us there is no longer an Eden, only a wasteland…
Echoing with the cries of our love, wherever the wind so blows.
Come with me, my love, for we have other worlds to despoil…
And I have others gods and goddesses, to seduce to my cause!
Thou hast made love to a serpent, and felt that serpent’s coil…
Now thou art one thyself, entrapped by desire’s crimson claws.
Abracadabra
Forum Posts: 2528
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 13th Nov 2009Forum Posts: 2528
Satan's Bitch !! extreme content !!
Although indiscretions seem somehow my speciality
they were not quite ever my downfall
until I met Miss F.
Until then, I never fully understood
how the workings of 'wickedness'
could infect my own heart so deeply.
Outwardly, for all the world
she appeared such a normal girl
whatever that might prescribe.
Her triumph of innocence masquerading as almost pious
except for the pain and the private agonies
she had over time grown secretly to adore.
After our relationship became too dangerous
for me at least,
I was even sufficiently inspired to write her a song:
'No use pretending you love me...
when I'm sure the truth is you don't...'
It was pure corn served with a gracious portion of cheese
& thank fuck
I can't remember the rest.
But I can still recall perfectly
the detail of her pale naked limbs
the dazzling fresco of hair
dark waves cascading over my bed
its softness tickling my chest
her scent mingled to peachy vanilla
surrendered in a flurry of nipples
like Spring fretting to burst
even before I could get my mouth open
and suck up my own fresh heart.
She would tilt her head
haunted eyes staring meekly
amused by our assortment of clothes
Cautiously studying hers
each item folded precisely
on the back of the chair
everything just so
and only a moment's glance
for my own crumpled rags
hurriedly discarded so often
in a hopeless, reckless heap.
She wishes she had worn
something different
something sexier than last minute
cropped Armani jeans
perhaps her Monsoon feather dress
sheer stockings and a raunchier bra,
definitely not Marks...
But the thoughts are quickly lost
as our tongues hunt and then lock
soaring way beyond the High Street
in a heady scramble for air.
Unusually tonight
her hands are unbound
the cherry-blood ball gag
and her silver chain
with its shiny clamps
do their work quickly.
They are expert at making her wet
and by the crank of their cruel maximum
she feels safe and almost ready to be freed.
I stand over her
burning to devour the girl
who once
I thought I knew
the rush of my smile
melting on her moans
I am feeding her ache as it grows
but not yet...
There are strict instructions
I must obey
fastening the blindfold
gently but firmly
everything just so
then ravishing her ears with kisses
before I stroke her arms and neck
slapping her stomach and thighs
raking them harshly
with the rasp of her own sharp nails.
Slowly, I let her suck
worshipping the handle of the whip
a little taste at first
then more
and then
deeper again...
I must wait for the silent roar
for her frenzy to erupt in a rush
fusing her spine as it arches
before the fury of the flail is unleashed
freeing the demons
that torture her soul
to fly upon flesh in their rage.
And suddenly I'm a little boy
scared at what I've done
but there are no 'safe' words
no warmth of rescue
to befriend my shame.
She will not stop me tonight
and when I can crack it down no harder
I hurl the whip to the floor
where it winks from the edge of disgust
licking pain
licking blood
licking dust.
She whimpers quietly
and will sleep a long time
every orgasm smeared in crimson
sinking my heart forever
with lies of the cruelest kind.
No, she could never be truly mine
she would always remain
a slave addicted to pain
fashioning hell for kicks--
the truth of Satan's bitch.
Although indiscretions seem somehow my speciality
they were not quite ever my downfall
until I met Miss F.
Until then, I never fully understood
how the workings of 'wickedness'
could infect my own heart so deeply.
Outwardly, for all the world
she appeared such a normal girl
whatever that might prescribe.
Her triumph of innocence masquerading as almost pious
except for the pain and the private agonies
she had over time grown secretly to adore.
After our relationship became too dangerous
for me at least,
I was even sufficiently inspired to write her a song:
'No use pretending you love me...
when I'm sure the truth is you don't...'
It was pure corn served with a gracious portion of cheese
& thank fuck
I can't remember the rest.
But I can still recall perfectly
the detail of her pale naked limbs
the dazzling fresco of hair
dark waves cascading over my bed
its softness tickling my chest
her scent mingled to peachy vanilla
surrendered in a flurry of nipples
like Spring fretting to burst
even before I could get my mouth open
and suck up my own fresh heart.
She would tilt her head
haunted eyes staring meekly
amused by our assortment of clothes
Cautiously studying hers
each item folded precisely
on the back of the chair
everything just so
and only a moment's glance
for my own crumpled rags
hurriedly discarded so often
in a hopeless, reckless heap.
She wishes she had worn
something different
something sexier than last minute
cropped Armani jeans
perhaps her Monsoon feather dress
sheer stockings and a raunchier bra,
definitely not Marks...
But the thoughts are quickly lost
as our tongues hunt and then lock
soaring way beyond the High Street
in a heady scramble for air.
Unusually tonight
her hands are unbound
the cherry-blood ball gag
and her silver chain
with its shiny clamps
do their work quickly.
They are expert at making her wet
and by the crank of their cruel maximum
she feels safe and almost ready to be freed.
I stand over her
burning to devour the girl
who once
I thought I knew
the rush of my smile
melting on her moans
I am feeding her ache as it grows
but not yet...
There are strict instructions
I must obey
fastening the blindfold
gently but firmly
everything just so
then ravishing her ears with kisses
before I stroke her arms and neck
slapping her stomach and thighs
raking them harshly
with the rasp of her own sharp nails.
Slowly, I let her suck
worshipping the handle of the whip
a little taste at first
then more
and then
deeper again...
I must wait for the silent roar
for her frenzy to erupt in a rush
fusing her spine as it arches
before the fury of the flail is unleashed
freeing the demons
that torture her soul
to fly upon flesh in their rage.
And suddenly I'm a little boy
scared at what I've done
but there are no 'safe' words
no warmth of rescue
to befriend my shame.
She will not stop me tonight
and when I can crack it down no harder
I hurl the whip to the floor
where it winks from the edge of disgust
licking pain
licking blood
licking dust.
She whimpers quietly
and will sleep a long time
every orgasm smeared in crimson
sinking my heart forever
with lies of the cruelest kind.
No, she could never be truly mine
she would always remain
a slave addicted to pain
fashioning hell for kicks--
the truth of Satan's bitch.
Anonymous
COME
come
come closer
let
let me undress you
wash
let me bathe you
towel
let me dry you
come
to my bedroom
sit
sit on the edge of the bed
stay
stay while i take you in my mouth
exhale
as i swallow your cum
stay
as i take your round organs in my mouth
look
i am naked
touch
touch my breasts
play
play with my nipples
suck
suck both breasts
touch
touch my labia
spread
spread my vagina
put
put your fingers in
lay
lay down with me
suck
suck my fragrant fluids
spread
spread my legs as far as they will go
penetrate
put your manhood in me
ride me
ride me hard
thrust
thrust into me as far as you can go
have no mercy
have no mercy - pain give me pleasure
call
call me a whore
know
know that you can take me
know
know how much i want you
hear
hear me begging for you
hear
hear my moans
finish
finish - at the same time as me
please
please use me as you want to
please
please come back
please
my body is dying for you
please
make fuck to me again
come
come closer
let
let me undress you
wash
let me bathe you
towel
let me dry you
come
to my bedroom
sit
sit on the edge of the bed
stay
stay while i take you in my mouth
exhale
as i swallow your cum
stay
as i take your round organs in my mouth
look
i am naked
touch
touch my breasts
play
play with my nipples
suck
suck both breasts
touch
touch my labia
spread
spread my vagina
put
put your fingers in
lay
lay down with me
suck
suck my fragrant fluids
spread
spread my legs as far as they will go
penetrate
put your manhood in me
ride me
ride me hard
thrust
thrust into me as far as you can go
have no mercy
have no mercy - pain give me pleasure
call
call me a whore
know
know that you can take me
know
know how much i want you
hear
hear me begging for you
hear
hear my moans
finish
finish - at the same time as me
please
please use me as you want to
please
please come back
please
my body is dying for you
please
make fuck to me again
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
I wrote this tonight for a girl I met who has been... inspiring me... to new thoughts of gleeful desire. She's no one here on DUP but someone I met on a dating site. I am quite crazy for her! Lol. This isn't for the contest, I already did my entry for that... I just wanted to share this lovely erotic poem of mine.
- Engulfed by Pleasure -
You stripped me of my womanly attire…
And saw my she-cock pulse, anticipating,
The rush of sensuality, the roaring of fire!
How many nights we spent masturbating,
To photos of each other that we had sent?
Now we meet as lovers, now we clash…
Like waves, upon some rocky sediment,
Some shoreline where the ocean will crash!
I behold you, my pale, porcelain maiden,
Your bright brown eyes glowing fiercely!
Oh that beautiful crown, of brown hair…
Which delights me above other women!
I long to take you to the edge of ecstasy,
Oh, the mad, mad things we could dare!
You are attired in a white goddess gown,
My hands caressing: of your every curve.
I am lost in your eyes, so rich and brown,
Twin pools of glory, to which I swerve…
Like the earth itself, but far more splendid:
Are those portals to a mind of true beauty!
Oh beloved, as my hands grasp you tender,
What, in my pale blue eyes might you see?
I shall give you pleasure to ever remember.
Your nipples harden with hot excitement…
As I feel your fine rounded young breasts.
I squeeze those softest of pretty peaches!
My hardness increases, begging to vent…
I rub it against your legs with teasing tests.
Shall I put it where my hand next reaches?
You sigh and gasp as I grasp you quick…
Between your legs where you are softest!
Shall I pierce that softness, with a prick?
For my sword is long: you cannot resist…
Whilst lost in the throes, of love’s power.
I cast you unto your back upon our bed,
My hands caressing your generous thighs!
Oh how I shall pluck you, pretty flower…
For my blood rushes so madly, and red,
Like fire cast up high, into volcanic skies.
I pull up the skirts of your soft, soft dress,
My tongue licking every inch of your flesh!
You moan like a harlot with each caress…
And I pull your skirts up further, lust fresh,
Blossoming between us like some garden.
I grasp your breasts again; you are warm!
The flush of love is upon me, growing firm.
Your eyes widen as you see me harden…
Harder than before like a mounting storm!
And so I mount you, even as I do yearn…
To bring you to a paradise only for lovers!
Your fingers dig into the sheets ferocious,
As we move up and down on the covers.
My fingers entwine in your hair’s tresses,
And I pull slightly, not enough to harm…
But just enough to enhance your pleasure,
As your womanhood slicks to our sport!
We blaze fast and hot as a shooting star,
Whilst I partake of your maiden treasure!
My battering ram besieges your fair fort.
If love is a battle we both shall surrender,
Even as you scratch my back playfully…
Whilst you moan as I thrust my member:
In a swift rhythm, and none too gently…
With such ferocity: that, you are giggling.
I look down upon you, and how I smile!
For, I see your lovely breasts a-jiggling,
As we make love like beasts for a while.
Unleashing the animal within us, wildly…
Sweat pouring, our madness increasing!
At last we climax, and none too mildly…
Your bosom swells, in heaves pleasing.
Blood, under your fingernails, you sigh!
I am still hard inside you, still a-pulsing.
We kiss, passionately, never to deny…
Our love, and lust: so very all engulfing.
- Engulfed by Pleasure -
You stripped me of my womanly attire…
And saw my she-cock pulse, anticipating,
The rush of sensuality, the roaring of fire!
How many nights we spent masturbating,
To photos of each other that we had sent?
Now we meet as lovers, now we clash…
Like waves, upon some rocky sediment,
Some shoreline where the ocean will crash!
I behold you, my pale, porcelain maiden,
Your bright brown eyes glowing fiercely!
Oh that beautiful crown, of brown hair…
Which delights me above other women!
I long to take you to the edge of ecstasy,
Oh, the mad, mad things we could dare!
You are attired in a white goddess gown,
My hands caressing: of your every curve.
I am lost in your eyes, so rich and brown,
Twin pools of glory, to which I swerve…
Like the earth itself, but far more splendid:
Are those portals to a mind of true beauty!
Oh beloved, as my hands grasp you tender,
What, in my pale blue eyes might you see?
I shall give you pleasure to ever remember.
Your nipples harden with hot excitement…
As I feel your fine rounded young breasts.
I squeeze those softest of pretty peaches!
My hardness increases, begging to vent…
I rub it against your legs with teasing tests.
Shall I put it where my hand next reaches?
You sigh and gasp as I grasp you quick…
Between your legs where you are softest!
Shall I pierce that softness, with a prick?
For my sword is long: you cannot resist…
Whilst lost in the throes, of love’s power.
I cast you unto your back upon our bed,
My hands caressing your generous thighs!
Oh how I shall pluck you, pretty flower…
For my blood rushes so madly, and red,
Like fire cast up high, into volcanic skies.
I pull up the skirts of your soft, soft dress,
My tongue licking every inch of your flesh!
You moan like a harlot with each caress…
And I pull your skirts up further, lust fresh,
Blossoming between us like some garden.
I grasp your breasts again; you are warm!
The flush of love is upon me, growing firm.
Your eyes widen as you see me harden…
Harder than before like a mounting storm!
And so I mount you, even as I do yearn…
To bring you to a paradise only for lovers!
Your fingers dig into the sheets ferocious,
As we move up and down on the covers.
My fingers entwine in your hair’s tresses,
And I pull slightly, not enough to harm…
But just enough to enhance your pleasure,
As your womanhood slicks to our sport!
We blaze fast and hot as a shooting star,
Whilst I partake of your maiden treasure!
My battering ram besieges your fair fort.
If love is a battle we both shall surrender,
Even as you scratch my back playfully…
Whilst you moan as I thrust my member:
In a swift rhythm, and none too gently…
With such ferocity: that, you are giggling.
I look down upon you, and how I smile!
For, I see your lovely breasts a-jiggling,
As we make love like beasts for a while.
Unleashing the animal within us, wildly…
Sweat pouring, our madness increasing!
At last we climax, and none too mildly…
Your bosom swells, in heaves pleasing.
Blood, under your fingernails, you sigh!
I am still hard inside you, still a-pulsing.
We kiss, passionately, never to deny…
Our love, and lust: so very all engulfing.
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She cock nice Ashton
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Kou_Indigo said:[quote-170702-Gg78]She cock nice Ashton
*Blushes* I know, I can be insanely naughty sometimes when the mood strikes me! Lol. But you must admit, If anyone could say that word in a classy way, it was certainly me. Lol.
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I rather like that term "She-Cock" it makes me... oh I do not know, but it just seems kind of sexy sounding to me! Then again, I am a rather unuusal sort of person. Lol.
*Blushes* I know, I can be insanely naughty sometimes when the mood strikes me! Lol. But you must admit, If anyone could say that word in a classy way, it was certainly me. Lol.
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I rather like that term "She-Cock" it makes me... oh I do not know, but it just seems kind of sexy sounding to me! Then again, I am a rather unuusal sort of person. Lol.