Tag: adult writer

One Last Time (Adult)

Stretching and reaching for the headboard
Trying to wake my mind from the dream
Hearing a voice say
“Stay right there. I want to taste your morning cream.”

The timber of the voice
The scent of cedar wood
As if I had a choice
I am amazed that I would

Hands that move over languid muscle
Firmly parting two thighs.
Working me over like a side hustle
Thinking about what I could use as an alibi

Teeth find purchase on firm mounds.
Damn, I love the teeth. the mouth, the tongue
Bury my head to make no sound
We had only begun

A playful swap on the opposite side
So tempted to turn and put him inside

“No. This morning, I’m in control.
You will feel me from the top of your head
To the tips of your toes.”

If memory serves
It has not failed me before
If I am good, I get what I deserve
If I am bad, I will receive a punishment I adore

“Relax, I know exactly what I want to do.
You trust me?”
I honestly do

He wants me to say the words
I have not said in years
“Yes….Master?”
Sounds foreign to my ears

“Why a question
When you know I’m a switch
I let you control me last night
Now I want to scratch another itch

This is who we were in the past
The present will fade
Why not relax and let this last
Why can I not have this little escapade

Warm liquid flowed down the valley.
Increasing in heat as it goes
Sliding a muscle in the alley
Teasing a hole that is tightly closed

“No one has ventured here since me
Can you tell me why
I would know if you are deceiving me
No need to lie.”

Feeling the heat rise on my face
Eyes closed as I confessed
“I could not allow someone to have your place
I now feel completely undressed”

Slowly he probed
The burn is real
As if he knows
How he make me feel

Finally in 
Stretch to the gods
Now the fun begins
He was the right one for the job

With every thrust
I feel his grip sink in
Like a steam engine about to bust
Our insatiable desires are interwoven

Speed takes over sanity
Moans morph into screams
This should be the end of me
Instead, it will be placed in my wildest dreams

A hard push
A warm stream
Trembling thighs
Rivulets of cream

A finger used as a scoop
An audible pop after a taste
A slow withdrawal
Grateful it was not in haste

That was the end
We both knew it to be true
Our relationship would never mend
Sex can never make things brand new.

15% Given

I stifled myself in front of your eyes

 I pulled back so much so I can get your “Hi’s”

 Sitting in this corner and watching you all be you

 I would love to be the true me too

 But I have given my word and I will only give 15%, as I sigh

 15% is not much in this whole big pie

Like a Vine that crawls and creeps on walls and in the dark

 I have found other places where I can light the inner spark

 So, I will give you what sensibilities will allow

 And when I need the darkness, I will go away just for now

Why I walk in the Rain

I walk in the rain so my tears can blend
But these tears don’t blend
They scream pain with every red drop

 I walk in the rain to cool off my skin
You can see the steam rise as every drop hits
And still it cools off nothing

 I walk in the rain hoping to forget
The smell of you as you lean in
The feel of your hands wrapped around mine

 I walk in the rain  in Hope
That the end is never really the end
That your goodbye was from a whim

 I walk in the rain to hear The Thunder Rolls
And matches my internal conflict
Should lightning strike and put me out?

 I walk in the rain…… a lot 

Cock Delusion

Him

You want to talk or…
You want to you know…
We can skip the…

Her

Why is it when you want to fuck
your vocabulary vanishes?
Your ability to string a sentence together
must be connect to your balls

Him

Why are you being so…
I treat you so sweet….

Her

There you go again
Maybe your jizz needs to be tested
Maybe you hold the breakthrough we
need to move the IQ score up

Him

Jeez you are making it hard to speak
You make it hard to concentrate

Her

Ahh, I make it hard
real hard or is your vocabulary stuck on hard?
You need the pressure to go somewhere?
You need assistance?

Him

Yes baby, Yes

Her

Baby??

You need to say something that would entice me to come close, unbutton your pants and let out that hard cock

Him swallowing

Her

Come, come say something

Him

Just let me into that perfectly pink perfection of a pussy so I can cum and get my head what it wants

Her

Your cock is delusional.

(Hey, fire starters felt like joking around tonight. lol)

Dontea’s Level of Hell pt 2 (English)

I will wait
For time is neither fast nor slow

You will be here
in my bed, on the floor, against the wall

There is no place
That is more sacred than in me

Moving past the insignificant wasp
I watch you ingesting the fluidity of muscle

If it were in me, I would whimper
Like an animal that lost its precious toy

We both will wait
tormented by societal norm’s

Meaningless words
said out of an insignificant mouth

Your mouth is what is need
Your soul is mine to bend

“You will not speak of this to a soul,” I whispered
Riding my untamed stallion to completion

Once my name is uttered
Then you are openly mine

There is a circle
Within the circle, things are done
Things are said
Things that are better off dead

You have entered my circle
My Hell

Pleasure intense and relentless
is a hell on the body and mind

I must control my savagery
Innocents is best taken slowly

In secret, I enjoy my own release
No one else will enter this inner sanctum

…To be Continued….

Dontea’s Level of Hell (Spanish)


En el momento en que te vi Supe de quién eran esos labios

Te pusiste en mi camino Como una maldita prueba, sabiendo muy bien que no la pasaré

Otros pululan y prueban lo que es mío Créeme cuando te digo que eres mía

Me quedo en las sombras y observo El placer que me quitas al rechazar su tacto

Ocultas la marca Mi marca que acaricias con toda tu fuerza. ¿Crees que no te estoy mirando cada vez?

Te observo mientras aguantas la respiración Luego vuelves a la realidad, sintiéndome cerca de ti

Deseas

Anhelas

Recuerdas

De nuevo, vienen a ti Polillas queriendo ser quemadas

Queriendo un poco de mi copa Inhalo con furia

Recuerdas

El calor de mi lengua traza La línea… oculta a la vista

El recuerdo

Arremolinándose Luego subiendo y bajando sobre la suave piel

Gimiendo

Sigue subiendo hasta la corona Mmm, brillando con un solo diamante Esperando mi adoración

Ahora

Hay una avispa persistente Atrayéndote hacia su abrazo

El calor aumenta. Registrando en la escala Richter del infierno

Necesita ser aniquilada Convertida en polvo, dejando sus alas a su paso

“Ven y prueba mi dulzura”, Un deseo de ser tentadora Un pie fuera de las sombras

Nuestras miradas se encuentran “

¡No!”

Retrocediendo y sabiendo Mis entrañas arden por ti

…Continuará…

Dontea’s Level Of Hell (English)

The moment I saw you ,
I knew whose lips those belonged to

You were placed in my path
Like a damn test, knowing full well I will not pass

Others swarm and test what is mine
Believe me when I say you’re mine

I stay in the shadows and watch,
As pleasure is taken from you and you reject their touch

You hide the mark
My mark

The mark that you caress without consciously realizing.

Every time you do it, do you think I’m not watching?

I watch as you hold your breath.
Then snap back to reality, as feel me, near you

You want…
You crave…
You remember…

Again, they come to you.
Moths wanting to be burned.

Wanting a taste from my cup.

I suck in a ragged breath

You remember?

The heat from my tongue traces
The line… hidden from sight

The Memory

Swirling around…
Then up and over soft textured skin

Moaning

Continuing to climb to the crown,
Mmm, glistening with a single diamond,
Waiting for my worship

Now

There’s a persistent want,
Pulling you forward into her embrace

Heat ratchets up.
Registering on hell’s Richter scale

She needs to be obliterated.
Turn to dust, leaving its wings in its wake

“Come and taste my sweetness,”  A want to be temptress,
As one foot comes out of the shadows

Our eyes meet,
“No!”

Stepping back and knowing,
My insides burn for you .

…to be continued….

(Working on my rendition of Dante’s Inferno)

The Collector

I am the collector
I collect shiny things,  
beautiful things,
broken things,
things that can never be repaired

I am the collector
I am your savior
I hold you when you need to be held
Then, when we are done
I will place you on my shelf

 I am the collector
You are exquisitely beautiful
How broken and damaged are you?
Then, when you are whole
You will shine even brighter

I am the collector.
There is something that no one sees
There’s a scar
How did you get this scar?
So beautiful and delicate on hard skin

I am the collector
I used to keep puppies, kittens, and a lynx
Pets need their freedom. So I let them go
To go about their days and nights
If they should wander home

I would collect them into my arms and give them solace.

I am the ultimate collector, only if you knew