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bondage art
did I say love poems? maybe I don’t know the meaning
of the word in its plainest way, or even that I want to.
I want to do things to you of a ferine intimacy far removed
from love. tie your hands behind you & lock you in a closet
while I go out for cigarettes, maybe a couple beers. you can
kneel in the dark & contemplate the sins I’ll commit upon you.
bind you face down to the corners of the bed, your body naked &
defenseless. pull your hair, slap your weeping face because you
need to be slapped. & your beautiful, quivering ass, targeted for a
brutal spanking. I’ll wail upon your harlot flesh till it glows like neon.
call you a slut, a whore; tell you that fucking’s all you’re good for.
say it to hurt you. how much hurt can you take?
you’re a broken savanna, made of holes, & I will penetrate each one
willfully, without regard to your own beseeching desires, until I blast
my rancid payload into you. or across your ravished body, like a
pearlescent rain.
then I want you to tell me you love the abuse you suffer for me.
I want you to say you love me, knowing I’ll never reciprocate.
would a woman do that for a man?
would you?…
Published 23rd Dec 2015
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23rd Dec 2015 00:41am
so clear are your words that a movie plays in my head. I don't have to interpret any of this. And that is the beauty in your writing.
23rd Dec 2015 4:53am
23rd Dec 2015 2:19pm
poetically you make an excellent point and have me pondering my answer to the question - inspiring write :-)
23rd Dec 2015 2:30pm
Oh you artists: romance ... with a pike - degree of difficulty ... very hard ...
Anonymous
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23rd Dec 2015 4:22pm
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Anonymous
- Edited 23rd Dec 2015 4:56pm
23rd Dec 2015 4:55pm
My Feddler, Feddler, Feddler
You've in a little wicked
mood my sensories do
say, hmm
You've in a little wicked
mood my sensories do
say, hmm
23rd Dec 2015 4:57pm
Raw honesty is the closest form of intimacy.
Fulfilling a lover's fantasy is a fantasy itself
for a willing sub to be able to perform. Women
bear a lot of hurt for Love. Some justified,
some not. Good write.
Happy Christmas to you and yours, John.
Fulfilling a lover's fantasy is a fantasy itself
for a willing sub to be able to perform. Women
bear a lot of hurt for Love. Some justified,
some not. Good write.
Happy Christmas to you and yours, John.
Anonymous
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23rd Dec 2015 6:18pm
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23rd Dec 2015 9:00pm
Wow, that seems so far removed from your usual stuff that I was amazed Mr F. Very exotic and sexy. Exciting piece of work.
John
John
23rd Dec 2015 10:29pm
23rd Dec 2015 11:39pm
23rd Dec 2015 11:55pm
With "Bondage Art" one need not wonder about the sound
or whether one is treading on shaky ground
the wants and desires are clear at least on one side
but with the restraints established
there is not much that can hide
or whether one is treading on shaky ground
the wants and desires are clear at least on one side
but with the restraints established
there is not much that can hide
24th Dec 2015 7:55pm
That final "would you?" is a telling question. I imagine you'll find any number of women here who'll submit to you.
25th Dec 2015 7:11am
"you’re a broken savanna, made of holes, & I will penetrate each one
willfully, without regard to your own beseeching desires, until I blast
my rancid payload into you. or across your ravished body, like a
pearlescent rain." ... - I was told that everything is about sex, except for sex. Sex is about power. And you explore that very well. Abuse painfully accepted, bears a fractured sigh. Having sighed before, I'm still here. - blue angel
willfully, without regard to your own beseeching desires, until I blast
my rancid payload into you. or across your ravished body, like a
pearlescent rain." ... - I was told that everything is about sex, except for sex. Sex is about power. And you explore that very well. Abuse painfully accepted, bears a fractured sigh. Having sighed before, I'm still here. - blue angel
26th Dec 2015 2:26am
so many questions ... this is very well written, you never let us forget where you stand, sometimes it is subtle, and other times so straight forward you can feel it oozing out of you... powerfully expressed ...
27th Dec 2015 8:32am
can, have, still do... is it ever not worth it [?]
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you had me at ...
"slap your weeping face
because you
need to be slapped"
... between lash [&] lip, a melbec stain... *sigh* a palm print love note... who needs to hear it spoken aloud?
xo
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you had me at ...
"slap your weeping face
because you
need to be slapped"
... between lash [&] lip, a melbec stain... *sigh* a palm print love note... who needs to hear it spoken aloud?
xo
the title sums it all
for me
bondage art...
two lovers performing an act
delving deep into character..
inspired from the
unexplored sides of each other.
many kinds of art..
and the is one exquisite example
of the variations of such..
great writing as always John
for me
bondage art...
two lovers performing an act
delving deep into character..
inspired from the
unexplored sides of each other.
many kinds of art..
and the is one exquisite example
of the variations of such..
great writing as always John
Anonymous
9th Jan 2016 10:14pm
Evocative and unflinching.
Yes, a woman would do that for a man. Of course. Many do, and it matters little if love is unspoken or even unrequited.
Yes, a woman would do that for a man. Of course. Many do, and it matters little if love is unspoken or even unrequited.
9th Jan 2016 10:45pm
