Stop Nagging

Stop nagging
to be on your knees
and gagging.

I need a rest,
I’m flagging.

You won,
feel free to continue bragging.
I couldn’t keep up with all the shagging.

I’m lagging;
yet, you keep butt wagging,
winking,
licking your lips and flashing
fapping and bratting…

With you, I’m never lacking.

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From Kink, Volume 3

Submissive

A lip bite,
I’m winking,
Hips swaying,
Got you thinking.

A coy smile,
That certain look,
Your intentions,
Read like a book.

Stepping close,
Pushing you away,
Just to tease you,
I like to play.

I’m yours,
If you can tame me,
But I’m a brat,
May have to contain me.

Pull my hair,
Grab me tight,
Say the word,
Have me tonight.

Please share,
What title you prefer,
Master, my dom
Or perhaps just Sir?

Learn my limits,
Push with care,
I trust you totally,
Take me there.

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From Kink, Volume 1

Effective Bratting

Effective bratting
is an artform.

Knowing
how far to push
in order
to be pleasured
with pain.

Knowing
where the line is
between the attainment
of funishment
and true punishment.

Knowing
what rules are meant to be broken
and what rules must be obeyed
then
breaking them anyway.

For the look
for the connection
for the control
for the choice
for the domination
for the submission
for the taming of the will
and proving the inability to do so.

Effective bratting
is the embodiment
of the inherent contradiction
between submission
and freedom.

It is the playing of the game
against oneself.

It is a coy smile,
it is the knowing look.
It is words spoken through gritted teeth,
timed to the beat of a hand on flesh;

‘You may set the rules
but I get to choose
obedience
or fun

Consequences be damned.

Go ahead
punish me.

You know I’ll enjoy it.’

Effective bratting
is a challenge
to another
to somehow
control your chaos
long enough
to make you
choose
submission

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From Kink, Volume 3

Kink Duckling

i’m a kink duckling
imprinting myself
onto the first
sexy thing I see

if you
get me off
i’ll follow you
for more

but
this little duckling
is special
he can imprint more than once

eventually
it all becomes part of me
and I want to play
with most everyone

nylons
pain
rope play
toys

edging
exhibition
brattiness
bois

cnc
bimbos
tattoos
glasses

littles
sharing
eye contact
asses

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From Kink, Volume 2

Pleasure City

Brat
Don’t act shitty
I know you’re guilty
But punishment for punishment’s sake
Would just be a pity
You know I think you’re pretty
And witty
So just give me a moment of tranquility
Then
I’ll ravish you
And your kitty
Pulling hair
And tweaking your titty
Have you pleading
To be allowed just an itty bitty bit of time
Between my words and a bit of butt hitty
Soon
I’ll have you giddy
Toes curled
Wet
Weak at the knees and ready
It’s time to play
And I’m gonna keep you busy
Up all night with me
On a tour of your body
You know what?
From now on
I’ll call you my pleasure city

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From Kink, Volume 3

BRAT

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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.

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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.

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2