THE KINKY POET

Voyeurism has always been a pretty big kink of mine. The Kinky Poet is so talented that he took my musings *blushes in embarrassment* and painted this lovely word fantasy for all of us to enjoy!! Thank you my sweet friend! -creidsinn

Welcome to.our carnival of sin

Welcome, welcome step right up, you've entered the carnival of sin, everything for your viewing pleasure just one thing before we can begin

There's only one rule in the house, you can look but may not touch, feel free to walk around to get a better view but I hope our one rule is not to much

If you don't want to be in the same space as the entertainment There's a one way mirror so you can see, there's wine and nibbles in the chatting lounge for which there is no fee

It's all included with your subscription so go on wander around and take a peek, there's every kind of fetishism, I'm sure you'll find exactly what you seek

From bondage to knife play, there's a piercing room if needles are your fun, we have a specialised anal room if you like seeing things in a bum

Threesomes and gang bangs, latex play in here we got the lot, every kinkfest made to drive you crazy, everything to get you really hot

This is a voyeurism heaven, every sexual pleasure ready for you to see, take pictures ask questions but remember just no touching is my plea

THE KINKY POET 

Playtime once again

Wrists bound tight above you, you've a look of apprehension on your face but you know why you're tied up here, you're now been secured in place

A silk blindfold wrapped around your eyes, headphones to drown all noise, you had a quick glance on entry you saw a table full of kinky toys

You feel a draft waft over you, the door must be opened wide, this could only mean one thing someone's come inside

It's pitch black and silent you're trembling with a wanton fear, you feel something brush your skin, you know now someone's near

Anticipation starts to build, you've got fresh goosebumps on your skin, desperate for the first strike, you want the sexual pleasure to begin

You at last feel the flogger run along your body it's tails dance along your skin, you want to scream out for pain, oh you wish they would start this night of sin

You start to tense your muscles, ready for that first release pain, at last the tails bite into your flesh, ah it's playtime once again

THE KINKY POET 

Log cabin in the snow

The crisp white snow is falling fast, it looks like it's in for the night, but you and me are nice and warm watching shadows on the walls from our log fires light

It's gorgeous in our log cabin surrounded by mountains with the thick snow upon the ground, the swirling wind rushing through the trees is the only sound

The heat inside is amazing we are both laying naked on a huge fur rug, your head resting on my chest, in our log cabin we are nice and snug

Sharing dreams and secrets to the faint sound of crackling fire wood, it's our little piece of heaven, we'd stay here forever if we could

I kiss your forehead softly, you look up and start to smile, It feels like we're the only two in the universe, well if only for a while

You move up to kiss me our bodies now become entwined, the moment your lips meet mine there's only one thing on my mind

My hands search your body, mapping every gorgeous curve, my mouth covers every inch of you, awakening every nerve

We make love so tenderly our bodies move and mould into one, we share each other by fires light until we greet the morning Sun

After we lay back in sweet loves embrace I know how this rhyme will go, a soft sensual rendezvous in a log cabin in the snow

THE KINKY POET 

Fantasy write 

Enjoy

Hungry cock

The ping wakes me up I have a notification on my phone, with it said a single line that read to open on your own

I pushed to open the link it was a simple picture file, it was a full length picture of you, the image made me smile

You looked so very pretty in a crisp white blouse and pencil skirt you looked like a sexy teacher you naughty little flirt

Then the phone went ping again but now a few buttons were undone, then came the next pic the glimpse of your cleavage was real fun

Ping went the phone again you were just in a skirt and red lace bra the blouse was now on the floor, my heart began to beat real fast I also hoped for more

Then it went off again you were just in your matching underwear, just looking and smiling at the camera, confident without a care

I thought that would be the last one you looked so fucking horny in your sexy underwear but no there was one more to come in it you standing bare

My eyes were frozen on you my manhood solid as a rock, in my mind I was imagining all the things I do to you with my hungry cock

THE KINKY POET 

Rainbow Lingerie

A selection of lingerie matching a rainbow in the sky, the thought of matching bra's and panties just makes this poet sigh

Some made of the softest silk some edged with matching lace, all designed to wear with stockings bound to make a man's heartbeat race

Some are supportive some are made to simply tease, all of them do a wonderful job, each one guaranteed too please

Some showing cleavage it creates such a mesmerising sight, each one turns a poet on and helps him write at night

Pretty pastel colours and then some that are ultra bright, they make neon lingerie for when you're out clubbing late at night

Lingerie for kinky play, with holes placed in strategic spots, showing off your erotic points, god I love them lots

P.V.C and leather with studs for the girls who love to play hard-core, or to make the girl look sleazy when she's dressed up like a whore

Lingerie with the colours of the rainbow is now playing in my head, I love to see matching undies and my favourites still are red

THE KINKY POET 

Lingerie chat with Creidsinn. Thank you again....you tease lol

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