THE KINKY POET

This a consensual non consensual piece inspired by a fantasy discussed with my wonderful friend Creidsinn. Obviously I put my kinky poet spin on it but the basic idea comes from her
It is an fantasy abduction write thanks again gorgeous

Taken in the night

You slide on your Lavender lingerie and head out for the night, it's cold and dark you're all alone there's no one else in sight

You stop on the sidewalk waiting to cross a vans headlights filled your eyes the next moment you were being dragged into the van bound, gagged and hooded no one could hear your muffled cries

You were thrown on a mattress it smelled of old sweat and beer, you didn't try to release yourself, you were overcome by fear

You could see nothing there was no sounds you recognised, you lost all track of time, you were now feeling terrorised

Eventually the vehicle stopped you were led out by roughly across some snow, at last you heard a gruff voice that said as you were pushed forward, " it's her there you go'

You heard the door close as you were led into a place, you were sat on a bed and given drink and food but at no time did they uncover all your face

You were laid on the bed, your hands tied tightly above you head but unlike the grubby old mattress everything smelled sweet and clean instead

Later you heard footsteps you could sense that someone was so near, you felt the cold steel cutting off your clothes their intentions now were clear

Struggling was futile you bonds were done up so tight, his rough hands searched your body, you were gonna be used tonight

The only time he were gentle was when he removed your Lavender underwear he did this slowly showing an amazing amount of care

Spread out wide on the bed, his hands ran across each and every curve, though you were petrified it also awakened a kinky nerve

He ran his hand up your thigh the wetness gave you away, you were getting excited and seemed like you were interested in some play

Then you felt the first nip, his teeth scrapping across your skin, his fingers played momentarily on your clit before they sank right in

His tongue searched inside you, you tried to stiffle a pleasured moan, you were so turned on you heard him taking pictures on his phone

He climbed up on top of you as he sucked your harden nipples he pushed his cock right in, he began to pump furiously as you raised your hips to take his sin

He fed you, he showered you, he taped your eyes shut to wash your hair, you'd lost all track of time you didn't know how long you were there

Every day he took hard you, he put himself in every hole, you were now his sex toy he now owned your very soul

Then after a more sensual session he dressed you back into your Lavender lingerie, he put a track suit on you and whispered  "Thank you for the play"

Then you heard a knock, you were led outside the door, tossed back into the same old van you'd smelled that mattress once before

Hours later you stopped you were thrown out onto the street, you were handed a card that simply said, I hope you enjoyed your birthday treat

You got back into your apartment, with a glass of wine in a warm bath you lay, then your partner stuck his head around the door to ask did you enjoy your abduction play

THE KINKY POET 

Something fun based on Creidsinn taking a plane. Thanks for the idea beautiful 

Poet Airlines

Welcome to poet airlines allow me to show you to your seat, just relax and get comfy you're in for a aeronautical treat

As you can see you've been upgraded, you're now sitting in first class, we don't do this for everyone but  the captain couldn't resist your ass

There's no need for your seat belt you're in for a comfy ride, soon you will feel a warm sensation as the captains tongue takes you for a ride

Now we're on the runway we've had permission to let our engines roar, you can feel the acceleration as on his tongue you start to soar

Your sitting on the captain face, or we call it our Airways throne, feel free to tell him to fly in deeper, its sound proof so you can scream and moan

Soon you are flying high above the clouds, you are now being warmed by the sexual sun, you quiver as you arrive at your destination, we're delighted that you cum

So thank you for flying poets Airways, I'm sure you'll be coming back real soon, I'll keep your throne warm for you, I hope we made you swoon

THE KINKY POET 

Fun at 30.000 feet

Sitting in the departure lounge your waiting for your plane, looking at naughty poems on your phone, you're flying home again

You're reading naughtiness wrote in stanzas, you love his sex in rhyme, it's  making you feel horny but it helps you pass the time

Soon you are in your seat, your safety belt is done up tight, it reminds you about being tied up, smiling you're now ready for your flight

The constant rumble of the engine's seem to cause a wiggle down below, you continue to read smutty poems though you try not to let it show

God it's warm on the plane, the cause hits you like a wave, you can feel your growing dampness it's a quick fingering you crave

You try to block it out your mind but now your wiggling in your seat, you know you better go to the bathroom it's time for your pussy and your hand to meet

You go off to the back of the plane at least there was no cue, you go inside and lock the door, you know what you must do

Jeans down by your ankles you red lace panties now are wet, you feel yourself quivering and you haven't even started yet

You close your eyes has your hand makes it's way down between your thighs, you feel the first orgasm arrive you let out some stifled suppressed sighs

Fingers working furiously that naughty poet in your brain, a reminder of any of his naughty lines and you're cumming once again

Finally you're sated you clean up and go back to your seat, note to self no more airport kinky poetry even if it makes for a rather inconvenient impromptu treat

THE KINKY POET 

This is me

The log fires crackling it's producing a lovely sensual heat, you are reading my poetry whilst I'm sitting at your feet

Listening to you read my work out loud makes my fantasies seem true, I close my eyes and I'm living them and it's all because of you

You make every line so vivid, you paint sensual pictures in my mind, each stanza is filled with things of the most naughty kinky kind

When I'm listening to you read, I can't believe these lines are mine, I seem to get a outside view of myself, I've written myself in rhyme

Your voice has opened me up, my poems has shown the world my soul, when I first wrote my stuff that wasn't my intention or my goal

It started off as sort of a therapy when I became a broken man, now it is the much needed sexual release that only poetry can

Now I love bearing myself in rhyme I'm happy for people to know it's me, thank you for reading my thoughts, you've let my passions free

THE KINKY POET 

Total distraction

This was inspired by my friend Creidsinn after a chat. I'm loving the snippets of inspiration she has fired up in me. So thank you Creidsinn for spending time chatting with this broken poet. I've been thinking about our chat all day

Total distraction

I woke up this morning again you were nestled in my head, thoughts of you in sexy matching lingerie laying in my bed

Looking all seductive with sexy poses made to draw me in, I'm trying to get ready for the day but my mind is filled with sin

I try my best to shake it off, I've a million things to do, I'm struggling to concentrate on getting ready all I'm thinking of is you

Us sharing kisses our bodies entwined in some lovers knot, or me going down on your shaved pussy, licking and flicking you with everything I've got

In my dreams your pussy's always shaven, who know you might have hair, I'd eat you raw anyway, I really do not care

You pinned on your back, legs thrown over my shoulders high, me pounding you hard and fast listening to you sigh

Juices flowing wildly, there's a huge wet patch on the sheet, it's like a badge of honour a thank you for this treat

Flesh being clawed and bite, I love it when you dig your nails in deep, leave your calling card on me, the marks are mine to keep

See here I go again at this rate I'll get nothing done, I've filled my head with sexy images and now I need to cum

THE KINKY POET 

Just one night with you

Make love to me like you mean it, don't use me like a toy, place your loving arms around me, pretend I'm your only boy

Kiss me like I'm the only man, the one only ever to taste your kiss, act like it's the first time, like you've saved yourself for this

Spread your legs reluctantly like I'm about to take your flower, act like I'm the chosen one, like you've given me the power

When I run my hands on your curves, release some tender sighs, make me believe I'm the first, to touch between your thighs

The first to touch your sacred place, the only man to drink your wine, oh to be that special man, now that would be devine

Be the first to hold you, to share your sweet surprise, be the first to pull you in, to be mesmerized by your eyes

Convince me I'm the first, pretend I have earned the right, to make love to you for the first time, if only for tonight

THE KINKY POET 

Getting in

With every button undone you might get a glimpse of skin, the last line of defence between a poet and the treasures held within

Slowly you move down them, each step brings you closer than before but the closer you become makes you ravenous to see so much more

Then there's a zipper with that you are the one in charge slow or fast it's up to you, they come in small or large

The sound is so distinctive it almost sounds like a kinky tear, slowly it begins to reveal what's hiding under there

A corset is a wonderous thing it has metal clasps that hold her boobs in tight, it takes nibble fingers to open them so her nipples will come into sight

Then you have a bodice held securely by a silk ribbon and a bow, designed to be constrictive yet elegant where nothings left on show

Functional yet still sexy with a ribbon there's always a kinky twist, once you've removed it from the bodice's eyelets you can use it to bind her wrists

THE KINKY POET 

The kinky poet that I am

My naughty thoughts are put into line, I write down the things I think, from bondage to sexy lingerie things that make up this poets kink

Scenarios and outfits dungeons and kinky slutty stuff, from being soft, gentle and romantic to being a sexual beast who likes it rough

All my sexual fantasies in my poetry I let love to let them flow, I open up my thoughts to the world, I put myself on show

Even though I'm broken I still have many sexual needs inside, so I release them out in  kinky poetry in my readers I confide

Line after line I reveal myself, I try to be honest, true and raw, I write about my life's mistakes exposing every flaw

Hopes, dreams and desires are written and shared for you to read, expressing all my kinkiness, explaining what I need

So thank you for all you do, I hope my stanzas make you smile, I hope they inspire naughty thoughts to distract you for a while

THE KINKY POET 

Hunger in his eyes

Meeting in a quiet restaurant I arrive to find you've already found a dark corner for us to sit, the anticipation of seeing you has put a throbbing in my already engorged clit

We sip wine and exchange small talk I see there's a hunger in his eyes, even though we wasn't even touching I was getting wetter to my surprise

I go to the bathroom remove my red lace panties and try to calm my heartbeats pace, on my return I brazenly hand you my juice soaked panties, I loved the look of pleasure on your face

We were leaving before eating I thought that was kind of rude but he took my hand and growled "Follow me" it was so hot yet very crude

He walked me to an alley way he'd obviously been to this place before, he led me into darkness, I knew what I was brought here for

Lust took over us he pinned me up against a wall, he raised my leg up around him, he pulled my dress up so he could have it all

Fingers deep inside me our tongues did battle in a hypnotic dance, he pulled hard at my engorged clit, I was put into a sexual trance

I undid his trousers soon his throbbing cock was buried deep, as moved in tighter to him my pussy quivered as I begun to seep

Pounding me with a ravenous passion, it was hard and very fast, it didn't take long for us to both explode, I couldn't tell you how long it last

We rearranged our clothing, he kept my juice soaked panties as his prize, as we walked to our separate cars I could feel us still running down my thighs

He was just getting into his car I heard his stereo playing a old dance tune, he popped his head back over the roof and said I hope I'll see you soon

THE KINKY POET

Sorry its late but I wanted to get involved with Squeedoddles stuffie challenge 

Here is Sid my Sloth and my Christmas Snoopy 

Side waa a gift from my first carer when I became paralyzed. Snoopy is one of many I have because since a was 14 Snoopy has been my nick name

Grogu and Wicket my other plushies

Thanks for the challenge sorry I was late

Love and light T.K.P xx