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 .
Threatening Good Times
She tells me not to threaten her, when I
Would merely want to spank her, with the aim
Of making her excited, so I gain
The chance to entertain her; let her sigh
And spread herself - I do insist each thigh
Is parted; so, she really cannot blame
The good times for her complete lack of shame:
The hussy being rather moist, not dry,
So sir can soon enjoy her damp secrets;
And she can please him with each clever squeeze,
While finding sweet delight, as she is getting
A seeing to - his usage - to reflect
The fact she's owned by master, who will seize...
Would merely want to spank her, with the aim
Of making her excited, so I gain
The chance to entertain her; let her sigh
And spread herself - I do insist each thigh
Is parted; so, she really cannot blame
The good times for her complete lack of shame:
The hussy being rather moist, not dry,
So sir can soon enjoy her damp secrets;
And she can please him with each clever squeeze,
While finding sweet delight, as she is getting
A seeing to - his usage - to reflect
The fact she's owned by master, who will seize...
586 reads
1 Comment
Cold Eyes
She does not like the cold look in his eyes,
When he looks up to meet her pleading glance;
She would have turned away, were she more wise,
But, she is daring and will take the chance
To challenge with a silent stare that shines
With tears that gather, ready to be shed;
She'd blush were she not sure that her designs
Are understood, for he's already read
The level of resistance that she has
To plans he's made for discipline, inclined
To press her to his lap: it's all because
He knows he must be cruél to be kind;
It's not as if she's unaware of...
When he looks up to meet her pleading glance;
She would have turned away, were she more wise,
But, she is daring and will take the chance
To challenge with a silent stare that shines
With tears that gather, ready to be shed;
She'd blush were she not sure that her designs
Are understood, for he's already read
The level of resistance that she has
To plans he's made for discipline, inclined
To press her to his lap: it's all because
He knows he must be cruél to be kind;
It's not as if she's unaware of...
626 reads
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Winter's Embrace
It's quite a seasonal contrast:
Inside and outside my surrendering body;
One place is chill, wrapped in winter's embrace
And the other is inescapably warm and gripping,
Tightening with your thrust and spreading, ready
For the next lunge, eager to accept my fate,
Campaigning to keep the winter air
And the hoar frosts at bay.
Inside and outside my surrendering body;
One place is chill, wrapped in winter's embrace
And the other is inescapably warm and gripping,
Tightening with your thrust and spreading, ready
For the next lunge, eager to accept my fate,
Campaigning to keep the winter air
And the hoar frosts at bay.
675 reads
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Reality
1238 reads
2 Comments
Mad, bad and dangerous to smile
He smiled quite dangerously as he put
An almost cordial note into his voice;
But, with a brutal calm, his words can cut
You to the quick, as he’ll insist your choice
Is bend and bare or just expose your breast:
Your punishment is due and discipline
May leave a maiden, for a while, distressed,
But then surges of hard beatings begin
To start a heart, with further heated marks
That score the flesh and coruscate the mind;
And they prove such a contrast to remarks
So softly spoken, civilised, you find
Yourself quite helpless, governed by his wiles...
An almost cordial note into his voice;
But, with a brutal calm, his words can cut
You to the quick, as he’ll insist your choice
Is bend and bare or just expose your breast:
Your punishment is due and discipline
May leave a maiden, for a while, distressed,
But then surges of hard beatings begin
To start a heart, with further heated marks
That score the flesh and coruscate the mind;
And they prove such a contrast to remarks
So softly spoken, civilised, you find
Yourself quite helpless, governed by his wiles...
646 reads
2 Comments
Cosying Up
1002 reads
4 Comments
Correspondence Interrupted
862 reads
0 Comments
Reversal
981 reads
2 Comments
Sunday Guessing Games
I like to keep you guessing: will I kiss
Her neck? Or will I open up her blouse
And suckle her young teats, arousing bliss?
A hand inside her panties? This allows
Me certain liberties; I have command:
I'll slap her bottom harshly to instruct
The pet to slide down gently, as I planned
And to make sure, this Sunday, I’ll corrupt
The lovely wench more deeply – she’s quite pure
But jaded whores can't serve all appetites
It's better there's an innocence to cure
When I took her tight holes and that first night’s
Sweet revelations left her in a mess:...
Her neck? Or will I open up her blouse
And suckle her young teats, arousing bliss?
A hand inside her panties? This allows
Me certain liberties; I have command:
I'll slap her bottom harshly to instruct
The pet to slide down gently, as I planned
And to make sure, this Sunday, I’ll corrupt
The lovely wench more deeply – she’s quite pure
But jaded whores can't serve all appetites
It's better there's an innocence to cure
When I took her tight holes and that first night’s
Sweet revelations left her in a mess:...
828 reads
3 Comments
Games we play - an Australian open
I love to watch a grand slam, she confessed;
The deuce! We'll play away, love: raise your hips;
I smashed her with my forehand and caressed
Her front of court with backhands; as the tips
Of fingers aced and made net stockings wet,
I wondered, if her cover was pulled down,
Would that win me the point, the game, the set?
Would she concede the match? And would the crown
Of my advantage mean her racket halted?
And would she concentrate to find new balls
Distract, so she almost double faulted?
Well, I just love her spin – that tongue recalls ...
The deuce! We'll play away, love: raise your hips;
I smashed her with my forehand and caressed
Her front of court with backhands; as the tips
Of fingers aced and made net stockings wet,
I wondered, if her cover was pulled down,
Would that win me the point, the game, the set?
Would she concede the match? And would the crown
Of my advantage mean her racket halted?
And would she concentrate to find new balls
Distract, so she almost double faulted?
Well, I just love her spin – that tongue recalls ...
748 reads
2 Comments
Between the Silences
Between the silences, the creaking noise
Alerts me to the fact that you enjoy
A certain entertainment – a pet toys
To while away the minutes; she’ll deploy
Her fingers, that will trundle where I would
Be rather bolder, if only the walls
Were wished away; invisible, I could
Observe the spectacle and the soft calls
Of a whore on the verge; right on the edge
Of certain bliss, I’d surely pull away
That naughty hand and, with my cock, I’d pledge
A rather rougher, tougher type of play
That has you gasp and squeal at recompense
You earn, without a...
Alerts me to the fact that you enjoy
A certain entertainment – a pet toys
To while away the minutes; she’ll deploy
Her fingers, that will trundle where I would
Be rather bolder, if only the walls
Were wished away; invisible, I could
Observe the spectacle and the soft calls
Of a whore on the verge; right on the edge
Of certain bliss, I’d surely pull away
That naughty hand and, with my cock, I’d pledge
A rather rougher, tougher type of play
That has you gasp and squeal at recompense
You earn, without a...
733 reads
0 Comments
A wall and her dreams
She dreams of being taken up against
A wall: its hardness pressed against her back;
And, if another hardness means complaints
Are quashed for a short while, then the smack
Of his firm governance will soon ensure
Her fantasy is slowly brought to life;
And she can close her eyes, sigh; and endure
The force that is so pressing, like a knife:
It cuts her to the quick and make her come
Alive again and ready for the next
Impeachment of her person; when he's done
And she falls back exhausted, she expects
No mercy for he hauls her up and streams...
A wall: its hardness pressed against her back;
And, if another hardness means complaints
Are quashed for a short while, then the smack
Of his firm governance will soon ensure
Her fantasy is slowly brought to life;
And she can close her eyes, sigh; and endure
The force that is so pressing, like a knife:
It cuts her to the quick and make her come
Alive again and ready for the next
Impeachment of her person; when he's done
And she falls back exhausted, she expects
No mercy for he hauls her up and streams...
933 reads
3 Comments
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