THE KINKY POET

Mind games

In my mind's where I love to play, I'm free inside my brain, the joys of being sapiosexual set my desires aflame again

Late at night though all alone but i have you here beside me in my bed, doing all the sexual cravings I've got running through my head

You dressed in lingerie or perhaps a pretty corset with a bow, doing a slow sexual dance for me or putting on some erotic show

Surrounded by you favourite toys, dildos, clamps and perhaps an anal plug, accompanied by some lubrication to help the plug fit in nice and snug

Getting between your gorgeous thighs, sipping your pussy's wine, lapping at your throbbing soaking cliterus then putting it down in rhyme

Mind games are all I have but they can still be so much fun, if my poems inspire you to touch yourself and think of me, then my work is done

In this sapiosexual world I'm yours and you are mine, come into my minds sexual playground if you've ever got the time

THE KINKY POET 

Choreplay

Sitting at the kitchen table it swamped me like a wave, looking at you standing at the sink sparked the need I crave

You were humming some tune that the radio was blasting out, when you felt me move in close you let out and frightened shout

But you continued to do the dishes, knowing exactly what I was behind you for, you pushed your arse onto my hardening cock teasing me like you've done before

My hands went up your skirt, I forced your legs apart real wide, pulling your lace panties out the way I found my way inside

Already you were soaking wet I sucked you off my fingers your juices were devine, I pulled your panties clean off it was time to make you mine

I undid my dressing gown my cock was throbbing with a desperate need, I plunged it deep inside of you, I wanted to lose my creamy seed

I pounded you so hard and fast whispering filth into your ear, you began to tremble I knew that you were so very near

I pulled hard on your throbbing clit, you let out a ogasm made moan, you stood there shaking holding on to the sink, I was only a few thrusts away I was on the very brink

I exploded deep inside you, I pulled out has you carried on with your chore, I apologised for my interference but I just couldn't wait no more

THE KINKY POET 

My permission

Just force yourself upon me, throw my torn panties on the floor, take me far more rougher than you ever have before

Destroy my clothing, don't let anything got in the way, act like you don't love me, just pretend you've bought me for the day

I don't want to hear sweet nothings, just rough grunts abuse and moans, abuse me physically and verbally I'll reply with signs and moans

Call me degrading names, I want to be your playground for the night, take me in every position, just make sure you use me right

Nothing tonight is out of bounds, there's nothing you're not allowed to do, use toys and take pictures, what happens tonight is up to you

Order me to do what you want, push me down onto my knees, make me give you deep throat sex, tonight I'm here to serve and please

So here I am your personal sex toy, come use me like a kinky slave, tonight you've my complete permission to do anything you crave

THE KINKY POET 

Hi cagers,

I was asked to write a piece on pet play for someone on another website i post on. He explained how he was initially shocked by his partner ( now wife) request to how he loves it now. I personally have no experience or knowledge of this side of life. If this upsets anyone please message me and I will remove it. I'm posting it with his permission 

Pet life

It's time for your dinner so sit and make sure you've got clean paws, then I'll put your leash on a walk you around whilst you're on all fours

I'll give you loads of fussing, with your ears and tail in place, I will have you sit by me with a contented look upon your face

I must admit when you first brought up that you'd like to be my pet, it was kind of a shock and the weirdest thing I had heard of yet

But I wanted you to be happy and you said you needed this to grow, so we set out a list of boundaries and gave pet life a go

I know it our kinky secret a thing only you and I can share, at first that was fine with me but now I don't really care

I have really liked this lifestyle and sometimes I wish I could walk you in the street image the neighbours faces, the looks on everyone we meet

I love to come home to my pet, I love the way she greets me at the door, she's kind, loyal and obedient, what pet owner could ask for more

THE KINKY 

Naughty secret on your phone

I live amongst the shadows, we share only when you're all alone, I'm the naughty little secret who you carry with you on your phone

Sitting quietly waiting never interfering with your busy day, there at a moments notice whenever you have the need to play

Ready to make you smile, hoping to make you wiggle in your seat, I will always be there for you, to be your special private treat

No one knows about me, I'm the secret you keep hidden deep inside, wherever you go I go, I'm always by your side

When you need a break from the real world when you've got a little time, you find yourself a private place and read a little rhyme

There like a shinning beacon,  I'm a true a trusted Knight, there to chase the real days blues away anytime day or night

But until you have need of me, I'll just sit quietly all alone, sound in the knowledge I'm your naughty little secret on your phone

THE KINKY POET 

Somebody's porn

Let's go out in public, let's find a sort of safe place to play, let's fuck with a chance of getting caught I'm feeling brave today

Wear one of your summer dresses, you won't need your underwear, I want you to be so accessible that I can easily get under there

So are we going to have sex in the mall, or perhaps in the back row in the cinema, or let's just pull over so we can fuck as other vehicles pass our car

We could go to the woods, I'd bend you over a big Oak tree, some nerdy birdwatcher might catch us at it, the idea kind of pleases me

I wonder if they'd get off on us, perhaps we'd get caught and filmed on their phone, then they could relieve themselves watching us when they're on their own

Imagine being a strangers turn on, we would both be like unknown kinky porn star's, filmed having sex everywhere from shopping malls and open spaces or even parked up motorcars

Come on get yourself ready the Sunshine so nice and warm, let's go out and have some outdoor fun, let's go be somebody's porn

THE KINKY POET

Thursday lift

It was a Thursday much like any other until a gift came down my phone, it was a picture of a Goddess for me to look at on my own

A pretty bodice of sheer black lace with panties made to match, the moment that I saw it, a sexy poem began to hatch

She was gorgeous to look at it was adorned with embroidered flowers, her curves were captivating I could have stared at this pic for hours

My mind was now running wild, sexy stanzas filled my head, words expressing what I'd like to do if she was here laying in my bed

Red trimming ran along each edge, caressing every curve, looking at this gorgeous picture had awoken every sexual nerve

I wondered what it would have felt like, to run my hands across her skin, to play with her as my own, too have one night of sin

It turned my drab old Thursday, it gave me a much needed lift, oh sadly I was dreaming and I never received such a gorgeous gift

THE KINKY POET 

Teachers pet

With head bowed in silence, I hear the others leave the room, I was in trouble once  again, you slammed the class door with a boom

You sat on the desk in front of me with my eyes glued to the floor, I could see your crossed feet and some stocking but I wanted to see much more

I raised my head slowly, taking in all that I could see, you were wearing a short skirt and  tight blouse, in my mind you wore them just for me

You berated me for my behaviour saying it's not acceptable in your class, I was busy wondering what it would be like to stroke your arse

I tried to look interested but I was just fixated with your chest, when it comes to gorgeous cleavages you miss have one of the very best

I could see your mouth moving the words were lost on me, I could feel my cock hardening doing it's very best to just break free

You glanced down and saw it, you smiled and said "It seems you have some wood" I was thinking how I'd hate to go to waste and how I'd use it if I could

You then told me if I behaved in class I might get a special treat and with that you leant forward and through my trousers touched my throbbing meat

I began to breathe much faster, you said calm yourself boy not yet, first you must do has you are told before you become this teachers pet

THE KINKY POET 

Voyeurism show

Make sure when you tie my wrists to the bench do them nice and tight, put my legs in the spreader bars, what time is your friend arriving there tonight

Do you want me naked or shall I slip into some accessible lingerie, I've got some new peep hole stuff, I could wear it for the play

Have you charged all the wands, the butt plugs and lube are on the side right next to the bed, don't forget the nipple clamps and paddles there's so much going through my head

I hope your work friend fancies me, your sure he's well endowed, I'm getting quite nervous about playing with a stranger in front of a watching crowd

I know it was my sexual fantasy to be shared with another man but you always go that extra mile like no other kinky partner can

I imagined it would be just us three, now we're performing for a crowd, I hope I put on a good show for them I so want to make you proud

So you said your mate was well into the idea of fucking live on stage, I must confess I'm getting turned on about being the girl they crave

Not only desired and craved by two men but to turn on people I don't know, I can't believe we're gonna be the headline act in a voyeurism show

THE KINKY POET 

The lingerie report

I wake up every morning and you're the first thing on my mind, I start by wondering about the lingerie your wearing today specifically what kind

What material is it made of, what's lucky enough to touch your skin, how privileged your panties are to hold what lies within

Are they just a plain colour or a combination of a matching two, two different shades of the same colour I guess that's up to you

Some made of the softest satin, some edged with pretty lace, I try to imagine what todays matching look you're in, I'm like a detective on the case

Is todays got a pretty pattern perhaps it's covered in cute and pretty flowers, the combinations are endless this poem could go on for hours

The colours of the rainbow they're like Skittles in lingerie, each one sweet and delicious, a different flavor every day

Perhaps you should send me a daily picture, just to put my mind at rest, I'm sure you'd look gorgeous in anyone of the sets but I still love a soft red lace set the best

THE KINKY POET