Submissions by SweetOblivion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love quirky imagery painted in sleek words. Subtle, witty, descriptive verses are my favourite. Poetic discipline and control have parts to play; as do regular visits to the gorgeous ink shop .
Answering Best
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Made to Blush
932 reads
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Emily Sighs
886 reads
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Service and Bustle (Pastiches)
930 reads
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Lamentable
832 reads
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Nautical Daydreams
She daydreams: while she's boating on a lake,
She searches the horizon for a place
Where she can give him pleasure; she will take
Her time selecting the cove where disgrace
Is certain to ensue when, on the sand,
She will ensure she's at his disposal;
And, she will strip, eager for his command,
Her lips so keen to be used, her arousal
Is rather more than latent: she'll delight
Anchored to his hardness - oh! the thought
Of being taken roughly through the night
The naughtiest of sailors may be caught
With her pants down, wet, ready, so...
She searches the horizon for a place
Where she can give him pleasure; she will take
Her time selecting the cove where disgrace
Is certain to ensue when, on the sand,
She will ensure she's at his disposal;
And, she will strip, eager for his command,
Her lips so keen to be used, her arousal
Is rather more than latent: she'll delight
Anchored to his hardness - oh! the thought
Of being taken roughly through the night
The naughtiest of sailors may be caught
With her pants down, wet, ready, so...
774 reads
3 Comments
Warmings
Now that her move is over, she can perch
Over his lap and gaze at her surrounds;
And, if she is still clad, then he can search
To strip her lower quarters - so, the sounds
Of this keen punishment are not obscured,
Obstructed or impeded; let us say,
They both might so regret it: He's assured
She's quite at home there; she'll not head away
Again until they're satisfied; you see
A lot of discipline is all the rage;
And any house warming (not on his knee)
Could fall quite flat; has it not been an age?
When last stopped by his moves,...
Over his lap and gaze at her surrounds;
And, if she is still clad, then he can search
To strip her lower quarters - so, the sounds
Of this keen punishment are not obscured,
Obstructed or impeded; let us say,
They both might so regret it: He's assured
She's quite at home there; she'll not head away
Again until they're satisfied; you see
A lot of discipline is all the rage;
And any house warming (not on his knee)
Could fall quite flat; has it not been an age?
When last stopped by his moves,...
725 reads
2 Comments
That's inspired!
She tells me she's inspired to write - she's struck
With ideas that will fill her book with notes;
And she is happy - quite the pig in muck,
To find these characters will get their oats
In ways that she would rather like to share;
If truth be told, the girl upon her page
Will soon surrender and may even dare
To be a slave, so that she can assuage
The Master, who's been written to control
This pet who's been invented on the lines
That she would take herself - it's not her goal
To moisten, but, unconsciously, she finds
That each word...
With ideas that will fill her book with notes;
And she is happy - quite the pig in muck,
To find these characters will get their oats
In ways that she would rather like to share;
If truth be told, the girl upon her page
Will soon surrender and may even dare
To be a slave, so that she can assuage
The Master, who's been written to control
This pet who's been invented on the lines
That she would take herself - it's not her goal
To moisten, but, unconsciously, she finds
That each word...
670 reads
7 Comments
Once bitten...
A hundred bugs are biting her pale flesh,
Their meal illuminated by the flash
Of lightning in the distance; her lips mesh
Against her master’s; each thunderous crash
Will mean she’ll hug him tighter, in the hope
That he can calm the storm within her breast
And still her pounding heart; she cannot cope
With all of these emotions; she has dressed
Herself in finery; let him remove
Each layer, as the streams of falling rain
Impose themselves; and let the young wench prove
How damp she is: wet through, as she'll remain,
Until she’s...
Their meal illuminated by the flash
Of lightning in the distance; her lips mesh
Against her master’s; each thunderous crash
Will mean she’ll hug him tighter, in the hope
That he can calm the storm within her breast
And still her pounding heart; she cannot cope
With all of these emotions; she has dressed
Herself in finery; let him remove
Each layer, as the streams of falling rain
Impose themselves; and let the young wench prove
How damp she is: wet through, as she'll remain,
Until she’s...
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Fragments Of Angry Candy
She's burnished the rear of a girl she knows
And beaten her hard, so pet's rancid mind
Is blessed with marks pet's not eager to show,
Unless she's instructed; she'll find defined
The mirror's precision - Loving her gasp
At those stripy flanks, showing all pet took;
And such reflections allow her to grasp
That sweetest sensation; mistress won't brook
A pet's resistance; lack of interest
Can be expunged with a well-caned behind;
Marking pet with slaps, aimed at her soft breast
And smack both her cheeks;...
And beaten her hard, so pet's rancid mind
Is blessed with marks pet's not eager to show,
Unless she's instructed; she'll find defined
The mirror's precision - Loving her gasp
At those stripy flanks, showing all pet took;
And such reflections allow her to grasp
That sweetest sensation; mistress won't brook
A pet's resistance; lack of interest
Can be expunged with a well-caned behind;
Marking pet with slaps, aimed at her soft breast
And smack both her cheeks;...
762 reads
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What Masochists Are For
877 reads
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Shallow Thinking
943 reads
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