HIDDEN KINKY TRAITS AND BEHAVIORS

You can reveal real traits if you wish or go into character as well.  Even if you are not a parent, act like one and write about it!

One poem per poet maximum.
No collaborations.
Good Luck.

Thanks in advance for entering.  I will be fair in choosing the winner and the runners-up!

Thanks,
Strider

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I REALLY LIKE CATS


It probably will come
As no surprise
That I like kitties
Of all kinds

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On Facebook
The first place that I look
Is at the kitties
Large and small

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I chose my first husband
Because he was a vet
When we parted
He got the dog, I got the cat

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Cats return the favour
For when I find one
He rubs me all over
For a cat, this means he is your owner

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So there is no such thing
As a cat I did not like
I like Jackson Galaxy
Who treats the kitties from hell!


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Jed's Lament



Jethro, listen to a story
From your Uncle Jed:
I woke up this morn
And found Granny in my bed.
It shook the horse bells on me
As I touched what she had shorn.
No warmth in her henhouse,
She was stiffer than corn.
                                Cob that is.
                                Outhouse kind.
                                Big cock tease.

Well at first I thought Hoo doggy!
What’d I get into?
I was troubled so much worser
Than a possum in hot stew.
Then I rolled her o’er to wake her
And she fell hard off the bed.
Old Duke howled beneath her;
Jethro, Granny was dead!

I was hurtin’ bad all over
From my heart to tail.
I wrapped her up in ripped sheets,
Kicked aside the moonshine pail.
There wasn’t much of woodshed
Left to build a casket still,
So I loaded her on truck
And I drove on up the hill.
                                      HumBum Hill.
                                      It’s in her will
                                      To be buried there.

Well halfway up,
Heard a cackle from behind.
“Doggone it, Jed!
Get me out of this bind!
Fetch the horse liniment!
Ain't so stiff as I am sore!”
She jumped in the front
And my jaw hit the floor.

Swear, I never thought that ol’ truck
Could do hunert and eight.
Granny has some fanny.
Yeh, that surgeon’s job was great.
Her bubbles rose high
As she kissed my horny toad.
The next thing I knew
We was spinning off the road.

Well the truck is dead and splintered
In a ditch nearbouts.
My jeans are ripped.
Granny’s bun is all torn out.
Coulda lost more
If she hadn’t spat her dents.
Learn, Jethro, from this
As I give ya my two cents:
                                  Don’t sex and drive.
                                   Arrive alive!

Can you keep a secret?
Hush now
Don’t tell
Keep this bit of gossip to yourself

Yeah missionary is fun
Even taking it out of the bedroom too
Sometimes the living room
Though the kitchen table is better
Outside in the wooded area also
Where Nature’s animals shake their heads
In the car on a drive
But that’s just simple
I like it a little hotter

I like more than the simple pleasures
Take your hand
Slip it inside
Make me wet and tease me a bit
Use your other hand
Place it around my neck
Tightly, constricting, squeezing
That’s what will make me burn
Hotter than you know
My hips, I won’t be able to control
As they grind against you
The tighter you squeeze
The hotter I burn
Don’t let go
Just because I turn a little blue
Wait it out just a bit
And you’ll feel my juices flow
So keep your hand around my neck
Don’t be gentle
And I’ll rock against you
To go over that edge
And afterwards
When you give me air
The lasting effects will linger
For hours
The ecstasy that filled my body
Rushing through my blood
Over and over
For the rest of the day
My face- it’s skin
Will be rejuvenated
Feeling like a cool breeze against it

It’s not too kinky by any standards
But it’s more than
You bored, sexually frustrated
Missionary wives

Though I know it's naughty,
behind closed doors my secrets are kept,
with my eyes blinded and my sounds silenced,
I barely remember a thing but the feeling,
The thrilling nail biting, feeling, of extacy,
Not the drug, Never
but the pleasure,
feels incredible,
And oh so right,
but just because something feels right doesn't make it any less wrong,
So I take a few whippings for being such a bad mom.
but even that makes my spine arch and toes curl
Someone should scratch my back and pull my hair for being such a bad girl.

the children will never know
that when daddy pulls my hair
it sends chills down my spine
making me cross my legs in
pure wet desires down deep

the children will never see
the whip marks across my back
where daddy whips me soo good
making me gasp im pleasure
and pure deep down want

the children will hear
my deep down moans when
daddy bites me in just
the right spot on the neck
making me shake deep inside

the children well never feel
the constant desire i have
for daddy deep inside me
waiting do be his naughty
little girl deep throating him

the children will never know!!!!!

A WALK IN THE COUNTRY

I sought the freedom that clothes impair,
To walk stark naked in the summer air.
I hurried away to a secluded spot,
The weather was fine and the sun was hot.

Oh the relief to shed some clothes,
Shirt and trousers, pants and hoes,
Naked at last the sun kissed my tum,
The air enveloping my legs and  my bum.

My balls swung free as I walked along,
Caressed by the breeze I hummed an old song,
As free as the birds I wanted to fly
But enough was the feeling of sun and sky.

I enjoyed a few hours of natural bliss,
The feeling of freedom a thing not to miss,
The sun went down and the weather chilled;
So back to my home clothed but still thrilled.

Don't tell anyone

Love that Betty Page Pic....cute...not sure if you want 2 hear mine.  You may never sleep again hehehe

Winner soon...promise.

Strider

Fellow Poets,
I had hoped for some more entries, but so very happy to read those poets who did take a stab at it.  Some very diverse work and interpretations~enjoyed them all.  I read the rules and read them over and over and over, I'm kind of slow, but I liked them like this:

Emo1
A Heart Flash
Garden Lover

Again, thanks to my fellow poets who entered.

Write on!

Strider

thank you strider.