Category: Erotica

Afternoon Delight 18+ Poem

Eyes closed.
Deep inhale
A forgotten scent
A recalled memory
Brown eyes
Infused with heated desire
Slightly parted lips
A side smile.
Made it three steps
Door closed
Pulled back
Turned
Lifted
Back to the wall
Legs wrapped
Tongue dives deep
Clothing hinders
Abrupt parting
“Bed or couch?”
“What’s close?”
Two questions
One mission
Clothes fall to the floor
Leaving a crumble path
The faster the movement
The higher the need
Legs lifted to shoulders
Pulsing lips ready to swallow
In
Stretch
Arched back
Rhythmic dance
To a bass drum
Tempo unbelievable
Ampt up orchestra
Ready for the classic
Clash of completion.
Then everything stops
Float in the in-between for a
Nanosecond and back
To reality.
Euphoric.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Let me know if you want this read, Fire starters. Let me hear you. Fia xoxo)

Bed Time (18+ poem)

Come in, come in

Don’t be shy

Said the spider to the fly

 

One step, two step

In you came

Now its time to play this game

 

Close that door

Would you my dear

Audible swallow came to ear

 

Are you afraid of what’s to come

It will be enjoyable

So much fun

 

Closer he came

The wetter I got

My hunger is insatiable

He’ll do in spot

 

Take off your cloths

Let me see what you have

Trembling hands

Oh this is bad

 

Am I the first,

Door you walked through?

With a nod

“I’ll make it good for you”

 

I was sweet

I was honey

I was everything

To get to the yummy

 

Cloths dropped

One by one

He was up

Oh my, Yumm

 

As quick as I could

As quick as I could get

He was in hand

He was in my grip

 

Drip drip drip

Little  tiny flower

Took a lick

Time to devour

 

Slip slip slip

Suck suck suck

From root to tip

He began to buck

 

Oh no not now

This is too soon

Pushed him on the bed

In this darkened room

 

Open your mouth

Suck me inside

69 is what’s on the menu tonight

 

Oh he did it so well

My head did repeat

A motion a spell

A trembling so sweet

 

I rode him hard

I rode him long

I gushed on his face

Then he sang a song

 

I swallowed it down

Quick as a wiz

Oh how creamy he was

Oh how sweet the jizz

 

Time was over

Said the spider to the fly

“When can I come back over?”

I’ll fit you in

Mid July.

( Going to try to do Fia at night on You tube. What do you think?)

Morning (Poem)

A whisper
A secret invitation
Fingertips gliding on goosed flesh.
Leg slides over another
A Natural well spring awaits.
A tender kiss placed on a spinous process.
Slight tremors of expectation
A timid testing on smooth entrance
An effortless breech dive in a clear lake
Wrapped in an internal embrace
Being guided to a peak that seems out of reach.
Hands grip and tilts hips backward
With drawing just to granulate in
Hitting a target that can only be reach in this angle.
Over and over
wanting more
Giving more
And taking so much more
Deep shudder felt by a tested Batton
Close, so close
“Cum for me”
Crash and crumbled on well slept sheets.
To be rewarded with a warm burst of completion.

I’m Not a Submissive (Poem)

How can I submit to you?

When I do not know how.

I want to grab you by the throat.

Have you kneeled and bow.

I want to glide my nails across your skin.

I want to hold your cock in my hand.

The very same cock you want to put in.

I want to squeeze,

Till your eyes flutter.

Hard for you to breath and

You begin to shutter.

I want to stick my finger in your mouth.

Watch you suck,

Until I pull out.

When you come. 

It is when I say.

That is why I cannot be submissive.

Not even for today.

Suck–Tion (poem) 18+

Excuse me why do you have 2 straws,

And suck on them so intentionally?

That is two questions.

And who might you be?

Just a person walking by,

 With a curiosity.

The action of a suction is to pull what wants to stay in forcefully.

Now the 2 straws are what I like to play with

I don’t understand.

Sit and I will explain this or go

And you will never know

(She sits)

The first straw is thick and long

and very strong

The second is petite and tight

and fits just right

I work on both

To get the reward

“Reward?”

The cream of course

Do you want to watch as I do this?

It’s a technique

Starts with a twirl

And ends with a kiss

“A kiss from a straw?”

Yes

She watched with intent

Every movement in aww

What I did with the little straw

Increase her breaths.

Pushing her breast against her bra

Then I move to the bigger

Taking it deep as I fed

Suck so hard

Going straight to my head

She watched my lips

My jaw

My throat

Then she heard it

The kiss I for told

I opened my mouth

Showing the creamy gold

She swallowed

As it slid down my throat

The trick is my dear, to get it down before it’s cold.

“Which straw did you prefer.”

I just looked and smiled, then said

“Does not matter.”

She glanced to the side and I knew he

Was watching.

Two curious pets, perfect timing.

 

Welcome to my Kinkdom (Poem) 18+

Close the door

Don’t say a word

Too much clothes

That’s absurd

Take it off

Slow so I can watch

Then get on your hands and knees

Crawl over there, never walk

Do I want to spank

Not sure I’m feeling it

I do want a gag

So your spit can soak it

I don’t worship enough like I should

St Andrews cross is looking pretty good

Tie you in an X

Then decide what is next

I want you raw and trembling with need

Wetting the floor with your seed

Whap!

Oh that was my hand

On that plump ass

It was begging for it you understand?

Will tonight be the night I claim you for the world to see

Not yet, my pet

But I love it when you plead.

Now stand

Let me see what’s instore

Inpressive yes

But I want more

Your body is mine

There is no doute

What I want is in your mouth

Once you are bound

I’ll turn you upside down

And with a flick

I’ll raise your head just a bit

To the cross you see

I straddle your face

Enjoy the delicacy that is me

When I cum

And dripping down your face

What do I want you to say

“I will eat you every day”

Mistress!

Our Secret (poem)

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Why do you stay in the shadows to watch me?

Is it bad that I want you there?

Or is it worse that I know what you see?

Why do you breathe so heavy?

Is it that you see my skin from the back?

Or is it the feet that attract?

Why is there a strangled moan?

Is it because I glide my fingers in?

Or is it because you want in?

There is only one way this will end.

Mine will be on my hand.

And yours will be on the floor.

Our secret

For Your Pleasure (POEM)

Do you see me?

Do you see I did my hair?

The way you like it,

Cascading down to there.

Do you see my face?

I did my lips,

So, you can trace it with your fingertips.

My eyes are done as well.

Lined as dark.

As an ink well,

Do you see my dress?

It’s barely there.

Slit so high.

And cleavage almost bare.

Do you see my feet?

My toes to be exact.

I know how you like to hold them.

When I’m on my back.

Ahh, you do see me.

And I am pleased.

You put down your paper.

And get on your knees.

Should I be quiet?

And not tell a soul.

What you did,

And losing control.

You looked up.

With a contented face.

I’m for your pleasure.

Not a drop should you waste.

The night was early.

And we just began.

Next, I’ll be against the wall.

If I can’t stand.

(Copy the link and I’ll read it to you Fia xoxo)

I Want To Play (POEM R)

 

I want to play,

Who is willing to take my hand?

This is no ordinary game.

I want you to understand.

The room will be dark.

The candles will be lit.

The cross is up,

your knees you will sit.

If you are scared

to have this kind of fun.

Maybe another time,

right now run.

Silence is required

until I say.

Follow my instructions

In this game I play.

There is a name,

I want to be called, understand.

It starts with an “M”

You’ll say it on command.

Are you ready?

Then take your place.

The door is closing,

the lock is are in place.

I see the tremor

is it in fear or are you excited?

It is time to zone out.

No one else is Invited.

Fia xoxox