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Sprawled
Exhausted
Thorns in her spine
Her gaze swallows her guilt
As she stares down the Divine
The greed for rebellion
Still froths at her lips
As the seed of Sin’s treason
Fills her soft, parted hips
Caught in her gluttony
She lays swollen with pride
As the taste of lust seen
Feeds the world’s filthy minds
Shimmies my hairs to rise
Prising my hands
Squeaks follow with sighs
The swelling pouch
Spumes as my mouth
Expands
I proudly laugh out loud
Limbs wobble
Skin tickles
Please stop! Please stop!
I’m so happy it hurts
Till my cheery goes
‘POP’
A little #FestishFriday for the gorgeous Cara Sutra -x-
Thanks to Molly of Molly’s Daily Kiss. I’m sorry it’s taken so long! Please find my first ever entry for Sinful Sunday.
Image: Fucked Rat - From the poem: Wanting
You can read the dirty poem that inspired this photo by Clicking Here!
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They share their life with me
Raw memories of scabby knees
Their lust and love and pain and pride
I ride with them through bliss and grime
Laughter sparks with shocks of fear
Sang long ago
They glow sincere
And when I whisper that one word
I watch the moment as it’s heard
They turn to dirty greed and grin
I feel them strip me to my skin
Bling boils and bursts behind your eyes
Reflecting in this pair of mine
This is my competition entry for Erotic Meet.
The title is “A Pleasure Shared” and members wrote a brief description of ‘their ultimate pleasure’ that could then be used for inspiration to create the comp entry.
Well, I got a little carried away and slipped them all in…
Pleasures included;
Er-hum. Phew!
Here’s the result…
I flinch
My smile warming with the soft burning
As I creep my finger tips
Across the lines reaffirming
Last nights pleasure
Shared
I raise my eyes
To reflect my recollection
Together
We bared
Our craven lusts
Entrusting flesh to life’s erection
As I twist my body sideways
I glaze each mark and feel the moment flash
My breath quickens
When I trace my arse
The welts pound thickend
Heavy between my bruised rash
I stand
Pretending not to know you
In my pleated dress
Just like a Good girl
And embraced the adrenaline
Of meeting you again
Yet for the first time as you put down
My drink and held my face
I felt my pussy race beneath its lace
As you kissed me
Dizzy
I fell into your charm
The glass now reflects my fall of grace
For as soon as our lips broke free
My legs were swept from under me
My body fell into strong arms
Even stronger eyes looked down on me
Suddenly the music sounds loud
The base thudding to the step of his feet
And as he sat me on the raised table
I heard her voice through dirty beats
Each took a shoulder
Drawing me back
She kissed me
Then pinned me
Down with a slap
He snapped at my ankles
And I think it was you?
Someone covered my eyes
Tied it tight
Then despite
My feigned fight
I heard material rip
Felt the breeze harden my nipples
Crippled by the grip
Of this dominant couple
I pleaded
I struggled
Time fucked its own bubble
And stripped
Rope grazed wrists
Till I lay
Naked and splayed
A hand raided my cunt
And I think it was you?
I can see the black thumb prints
Hear the Mistress demand
In chilling, harsh whispers
For me to stay calm
And secured to this table
Hands worked tight at my throat
Drifting
They multiplied
Each unique in their stroke
My toes pinched
Calves caressed
Thighs nibbled
Hips squeezed
Stomach tickled
Nipples sucked
Breasts pressed
Arms massaged
Hair teased
And finger upon finger
Slipped deep into me
Sizes and shapes differed
As I lay back to feed
I touch myself gently
Slide my own finger inside
Retracing
Recreating
And tasting their find
I have no recollection
Of unbinding
The freedom was always there
And the lifting
It must have happened
Though I was already floating to care
The water wrapped itself around me
My limbs lapped at its touch
My vision still blinded
To the brushes of flesh upon flesh
As my hot blood rushed
Back through my stream
To clean my daze
To reawaken me
My energy
Refreshed to play
My hands now also searching unknown bodies
Skin slipping through my fingers
Legs and breasts and arseholes drip into my palms
I open wide
Accept what’s coming
The splashes spank your cheeks with mine
Bubbles burst
Into my mouth
As bodies bump into and against me
The music drowned out to fornication shouts
As I hot tub tumble indefinitely
Then I remember hearing you
You called my name from somewhere distant
Immediately I knew
I was reclaimed
And tuned in
I waited
I listened
Kindly offered up with thanks
My insides clenched to the cold air
You took my hand and led me carefully until
Murmurs of the orgy were all that I could hear
You held me close
To give me time
For my eyes to readjust to sight
I held them closed
You stroked me lightly
I kissed your neck
To blink away the white
If I curl
I can still feel
The softness of the soil
Damp between my toes
As we stand seemingly forever
Coiled
“Now it’s our time”
You say calmly
“You filthy slut”
You grab and lead me to a tree
Yank my arms in front of me
Tie my wrists
Tighter
Until I scream
With rope to spare
I see
I plead
Ignoring me
You swing
And feed
The rope
Over a branch
My feet
Stumble and pigeon step
Reversing
As you pull
My wrists whip up
You’re cursing
“Fucking dirty little slave
Well playtime’s over
Time to pay”
Exposed emotions
Confuse my brain
No time to think
The first shot of pain
Sparks up my spine
Closing my throat
“Now we are free”
You repeat between strokes
I chorus cries with woodland creatures
Flash peacock style
To tease
Then whimper
You command my movements
With your weapon
Toes tear through dirt
Each unsteady second
My swelling breasts
Confess their fear
Before you raise my knee
And sneer
“Slave girl
How many hands and cocks and mouths
Have shared the pleasure of your mound?”
Stuttering my unknown answer
I see the flogger in slow motion
Raised high
At your side
My eyes well water
Each tail
Sails with ease
I feel before touched
And scream within
Before the rush
Released
My body panics
And frantically
Pumps blood
Sharp
Fast
The fever shrieks through my pussy
Layering me
In beautiful agony
You hold my angry sodden cunt
Cupped in your palm
Till my cries run out
And into sobs
You taste my tears
My feet hit the ground
You pull me near
Buckling in your arms I breathe
The now fresh scent of wet tree leaves
And blanketed in you
Subdued
I’m carried
Comfortably to the fire’s heat
Laid on Persian cushions
Near numbed sleep
Unsure of true reality
Tonight’s mosaic of carnality
Ends perfectly
With well oiled palms
So carefully
Massaging those soft pieces of me
With expert hands
The reds and blues
Pinks and purples
Blacks and creams
Relax into a worn out slumber
As you speak to me
Of light
I wonder
As I stare into this mirror
Trailing last night with trembling fingers
If I run this sunken bath behind me
And call you in from where you’re seated
By the natural springs
Would you wash me clean of sin?
Enhance my heart beating memories
And slow fuck me
Complete
This scarred Sunday morning..?
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