Pun-ishment

It’s hard to write erotica,
The words don’t always cum easily.
In order to rise to the occasion,
I have to pull off the impossible;
Sucking readers in by
Teasing out their arousal
And penetrating their minds.
With just my fingers, a page, and a pen,
I’m to erect a compelling story
That will take them on a ride they never forget.
The plot must be firm
And thrust ever forward
Towards its mind altering climax
All without making a tit of myself in the process and blowing it.
Sometimes I get a bit anal,
Choking on a bratty sentence here and there.
But most of the time it’s a pleasure.
I love pinning an idea down,
Confining it to the page,
Exploring its limits,
Whipping it into shape,
Dressing it up,
And then exposing it to the world.
I like to go deep,
I like to be thorough,
I like to really grind it out.
Thus my writing sessions are long,
But ultimately my readers are satisfied,
Often multiple times.

So tell me dear reader,
Was that enough pun-ishment for today?

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From Kink, Volume 2

Roses Are Red…

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m using my hand
But I’m thinking of you

I’m taking my time
Moving slow
Touching softly
I’m starting to grow

I’m thinking of you
In my favourite pose
I’m getting faster
I’m coming close

A highlight reel
Of you and me
Flashes through my mind
As I achieve ecstasy

Now I sit
With myself in hand
Getting some tissues
Unable to stand

I share this intimacy
Right now with you
Hoping that the next time
My one will instead be our two

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From Kink, Volume 2

Reading His Book

A quick thank you
Just a look
She let him know
That she’d read his book

First she asked
And then she sent
A coy smile
Atop a body heaven-sent

Somehow still subtle
Yet completely exposed
She sat knowing
He’d enjoy how she posed

His story told
All the words she read
Now his memory
Is forever in her head

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From Kink, Volume 2

Songbird

Do I miss you
Or what you used to do?
Under the sheets,
Together we flew.

You were always so willing
For my desires to be fulfilling.
Without even asking,
Your every movement thrilling.

But now when I think back
All I feel is a lack.
I miss the opportunity to explore,
While resenting the sexual flashback.

Soon, I will find someone new
And replace the thoughts of you.
We will explore and play
We will love and screw.

But as good as that will be
Our connection will land differently.
She won’t be you,
Despite thoroughly satisfying me.

Please don’t get me wrong
When she goes I’ll miss her song.
Your tune and hers will entwine,
And I will not be strong.

No, flashbacks will still come,
You and her in a nightly scrum.
Memories of us fucking on replay
Leaving me numb.

Will I miss her,
Or how she used to purr?
Our nights outside together
Playing exhibitionist and voyeur.

But of course, there will be a third
To play with me and a safe word.
That tune needs another instrument,
Perhaps I’ll nickname her songbird.

You three together in my mind
Imagining our loving combined.
I’ll have us doing things we never dared.
Our sessions will no longer be confined.

Reality will become inspiration,
A fantastic memory dilation.
None of you alone could ever match
My new internal fixation.

In my mind you will forever be staying,
Forever teasing and forever slaying.
Forever I will have you nearby,
And forever your song will be playing.

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From Kink, Volume 2