Submissions by emmastg (Emma St Giles)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For eroticism comes in a bed . . . With the weight of my love bearing down . . .Or from the point of a pen . . . The words spinning magic in the darkness of my mind
Visible Panty Line
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#sexy
#temptation
913 reads
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Moistness Haiku
#lust
#sex
#erotic
909 reads
5 Comments
I have a rather nice pet pussy
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#sexy
#temptation
917 reads
8 Comments
They say that girls don't masturbate
#women
#sex
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
988 reads
13 Comments
The Red Lines and the Pattern of Wallpaper
The red lines and the pattern of the wallpaper
Behind the bed slide in and out of focus as
I slide up and down your erect shaft
Riding you towards oblivion as you arch your back
And moan.
And, many years from now
When I am old, and grey
And maybe you have passed on
To that undiscovered country
From which no traveller returns,
The nurses will tuck me in for the night
And then they will go home to fuck
Their boyfriends and their husbands
And I will lie alone my bed in the gathering gloom
Each breath taking me a moment closer
To...
Behind the bed slide in and out of focus as
I slide up and down your erect shaft
Riding you towards oblivion as you arch your back
And moan.
And, many years from now
When I am old, and grey
And maybe you have passed on
To that undiscovered country
From which no traveller returns,
The nurses will tuck me in for the night
And then they will go home to fuck
Their boyfriends and their husbands
And I will lie alone my bed in the gathering gloom
Each breath taking me a moment closer
To...
848 reads
2 Comments
There is Semen in my Panties
There is semen in my panties
And on my thighs as I cross
And recross my legs, underneath
The dining table where we sit
And as the conversation flows
I wonder, is it working its magic
Deep inside my belly,
As I cross and recross my legs?
Tonight I will hide my panties
Underneath my bed, because
Semen stained panties in the wash
Would not be easy to explain
And I will wash them by hand
In the bathroom, when the house
Is empty, because no one must know
That there is semen in my panties
And on my thighs as I cross
And recross my legs, underneath
The dining table where we sit
And as the conversation flows
I wonder, is it working its magic
Deep inside my belly,
As I cross and recross my legs?
Tonight I will hide my panties
Underneath my bed, because
Semen stained panties in the wash
Would not be easy to explain
And I will wash them by hand
In the bathroom, when the house
Is empty, because no one must know
That there is semen in my panties
1596 reads
4 Comments
I like to make him wear my panties
I like to make him wear my underwear
His cock straining against the cotton prison
Of my small white panties
The thin material bulging in time
To the throbs initiated by the hot touch
Of my female gaze as I watch
The effect they have on him
I like to make him wear my underwear
His cock and balls imprisoned in
A cage of soft, white cotton
My knickers working their feminine magic
And when I'm ready, one touch
Just one touch of my fingertip
And I watch the stain of his semen
As he comes in my small, white panties
His cock straining against the cotton prison
Of my small white panties
The thin material bulging in time
To the throbs initiated by the hot touch
Of my female gaze as I watch
The effect they have on him
I like to make him wear my underwear
His cock and balls imprisoned in
A cage of soft, white cotton
My knickers working their feminine magic
And when I'm ready, one touch
Just one touch of my fingertip
And I watch the stain of his semen
As he comes in my small, white panties
1266 reads
6 Comments
Tokyo Irises
I sit, bathed in the chatter of a language
That I know I will never understand
And watch the flower heads nod in response
To the soft stirrings of the summer air
And the silent breeze stirred in the garden of my memory
Brings the scent of other flowers, from another garden
From a time long past and long gone
And I bow my head as the breeze slowly fades
And a gentle sadness fills my aching heart
That I know I will never understand
And watch the flower heads nod in response
To the soft stirrings of the summer air
And the silent breeze stirred in the garden of my memory
Brings the scent of other flowers, from another garden
From a time long past and long gone
And I bow my head as the breeze slowly fades
And a gentle sadness fills my aching heart
1012 reads
8 Comments
I Wish I was a Virgin Once Again
I wish I was a virgin once again
Scared and shivering on the edge of womanhood
The bedroom carpet cold on my bare feet
As my trembling hands slide down my panties
Their soft cotton touch a memory that echoes down the years
I wish I was a virgin once again
Heart beating, as I climb stiff limbed onto the bed
Mouth dry but wet with excitement
The air cool on the stretched muscles of my thighs
As I open my legs to receive
I wish I was a virgin once again
Not believing that anything so big
Could fit inside anything so tight
The mattress...
Scared and shivering on the edge of womanhood
The bedroom carpet cold on my bare feet
As my trembling hands slide down my panties
Their soft cotton touch a memory that echoes down the years
I wish I was a virgin once again
Heart beating, as I climb stiff limbed onto the bed
Mouth dry but wet with excitement
The air cool on the stretched muscles of my thighs
As I open my legs to receive
I wish I was a virgin once again
Not believing that anything so big
Could fit inside anything so tight
The mattress...
1361 reads
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The Day I Was Caught Using My Dildo
My belly fills with waves of insistent pleasure
As its buzzing, plastic head probes
At the soft, tautly stretched cotton of my panties
I lean back into the pillows and open my legs
Wide, wider, wider, an offering to the goddess of pleasure
Panties pulled to the side my practiced hand
Guides it into the moist cleft of my burning dampness
And I moan as it parts my lips and slides deep into me
Writhing on the bed, muscles clenched around its rigid plastic length
I lie helplessly impaled
And the dark oblivion of the goddess rears up ready to engulf me
...
As its buzzing, plastic head probes
At the soft, tautly stretched cotton of my panties
I lean back into the pillows and open my legs
Wide, wider, wider, an offering to the goddess of pleasure
Panties pulled to the side my practiced hand
Guides it into the moist cleft of my burning dampness
And I moan as it parts my lips and slides deep into me
Writhing on the bed, muscles clenched around its rigid plastic length
I lie helplessly impaled
And the dark oblivion of the goddess rears up ready to engulf me
...
1080 reads
7 Comments
My Underwear Drawer
Which panties shall I wear for you tonight?
My towel’s discarded on the bedroom floor,
And my hand idly explores the soft and secret,
Private interior of my underwear drawer
Maybe white, cotton, virginal – offering
Myself to be laid upon my back,
And sacrificed on the alter of your manhood,
Legs apart, eyes bulging as you fill my belly
Or maybe black, silky, dominating – taking,
Charge, straddling you, gusset pulled to the side,
Sliding down onto you, until my lips,
Nuzzle against the base of your stiffness.
Or maybe no panties at...
My towel’s discarded on the bedroom floor,
And my hand idly explores the soft and secret,
Private interior of my underwear drawer
Maybe white, cotton, virginal – offering
Myself to be laid upon my back,
And sacrificed on the alter of your manhood,
Legs apart, eyes bulging as you fill my belly
Or maybe black, silky, dominating – taking,
Charge, straddling you, gusset pulled to the side,
Sliding down onto you, until my lips,
Nuzzle against the base of your stiffness.
Or maybe no panties at...
1113 reads
8 Comments
My First Caning
I’m stripped, and tied and bent across the chair,
My bottom trembles at the gentle touch,
Of the cane you’ve placed across my quivering cheeks,
And the moment of anticipation fills my universe.
Ready? I nod, and a wisp of stray, blonde hair,
Falls across my shame burned face,
Ready. The touch vanishes and I imagine,
The cane. Poised, ready to descend.
I shut my eyes, my bottom trembles. Swish,
Such an innocent, nothing kind of sound,
The cane lands across my cheeks with a snap,
And my body leaps at its command.
I strain against...
My bottom trembles at the gentle touch,
Of the cane you’ve placed across my quivering cheeks,
And the moment of anticipation fills my universe.
Ready? I nod, and a wisp of stray, blonde hair,
Falls across my shame burned face,
Ready. The touch vanishes and I imagine,
The cane. Poised, ready to descend.
I shut my eyes, my bottom trembles. Swish,
Such an innocent, nothing kind of sound,
The cane lands across my cheeks with a snap,
And my body leaps at its command.
I strain against...
1434 reads
6 Comments
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