Tell Me

Tell me,
why is depravity so enticing?
Why do you feel so at ease
when you are on your knees?

Tell me,
why do you crave dominance?
Why do you feel most free
when you are bound by me?

Tell me,
why is pain your pleasure?
Why do you feel most satisfied
when you are being denied?

Tell me,
why you come back?
Why do feel most desired
when you are being defiled?

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From Kink, Volume 1

Slow Or Fast?

Slow or fast?
I don’t need to ask

Nice or mean?
I just want to be seen.

You or me?
Take both greedily.

Pain or pleasure?
Perform at your leisure.

Give or receive?
No time for reprieve.

One or more?
Don’t you dare get off the floor.

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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

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

I Thought Of You Today

I thought of you today;
of us, together, in that certain way.
in the way that we like to play,
in the way that I make you obey,
and lay,
and say the way that you want to be treated like prey.

I thought of you today;
in my mind a constant replay,
of your smile and hip sway,
of your sensual ballet,
of my hand squeezing your airway
of how I make you pray,
screaming god’s name in a sinful display,
a pleasure and pain foray.

I thought of you today;
of how you guided me through my naïveté,
of how you made my sexuality okay,
accepting me in every way,
making each day feel like my birthday,
offering yourself the bouquet,
a free use getaway,
a mind, body and soul holiday.

I thought of you today…

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From Kink, Volume 3

Please Don't Stop

‘Please don’t stop’
She wanted more,
Pain or pleasure,
She wasn’t sure.

Hidden desires,
Unspoken wishes,
For soft caresses
And hard kisses.

He opened her mind,
His confidence solid,
Spoke the right words,
Her body followed.

A passionate embrace,
Inhibitions confined,
Moving together
Their bodies entwined.

The final moment,
Arriving together,
The mutual satisfaction
Of lovers forever.

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From Kink, Volume 1

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Flash fiction

It happened suddenly and without reprieve.

She stands motionless as desire washes over her. The intensity of the moment engulfs everything that led her to this place. She bites down on her bottom lip in hopes it will stop the trembling, but nothing can quell the flutters in her soul. She moves closer, every step intensifying her desire. She feels him behind her. His breathing laboured as he grabs her firmly by both arms pulling her towards him. She stumbles back as he wraps his arms around her.

Opening her eyes, she looks over the edge of the cliff as the sea rages against the rocks below. “I know living is difficult,” he whispers tearfully “but please, don’t stop.”

- @verbsandvodka

Author’s note: This poem and story came from the three word prompt ‘please don’t stop’. I responded with a poem, and @verbsandvodka responded with the flash fiction.
I love the subversion of expectations that she produces in such few words. Thank you for letting me share you work.