BRAT
R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.
It is art, not advice.
If this is your first time I strongly recommend you click here for a content warning, and to appropriately frame this work, before reading.
Sucking his dick
whilst he’s on the phone.
Getting off on his attempts
to stifle a moan.
Going faster,
making him stutter.
Going deeper,
he’s melting like butter.
He pushes you away,
you hold on tight.
Hands around his waist,
you’ll win this fight.
He wants you to stop,
he wants you to keep going.
This is an important business call!
You just shrug and keep blowing.
He covers the receiver
and calls you a brat.
Tells you in no uncertain terms,
you’re in for a stern chat.
But that’s not now
and he’s about to blow.
You decide to edge him,
you decide to take it slow.
He shakes his head
and pushes your head down.
You started this honey,
so let’s not clown around.
You take him all the way
using your tongue as well.
He cums down your throat,
now you’re excited as hell.
The call is over
and now you’re bound.
Listen here brat
it’s your turn to be pound.
There’s nothing you can do
you’re reaping what you sowed.
Now you’re on the edge,
your man has slowed.
It lasts for hours,
repeatedly taking you to the brink.
He’s so fucking good,
you can barely think.
It’s both pleasure and pain,
a beautiful torture.
At last he takes you,
at last you merger.
He ends with a warning,
don’t you dare do that again.
But you both know you will,
it’s how you stay sane.
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2
