Tag: bdsm writer

Chocolate?

The person who created this concoction, I am convinced, was just trying to lull some unsuspecting woman into a state of euphoric bliss before pouncing on them.

What a way to start this right. Kill me off. Death by chocolate. Any way I will continue as I laugh at myself.

I notice that my poems get a lot of love, and my stories, as long as they are short, are being read. When I see the likes its like having chocolate for me.

I just devour it and then smile. This is just me musing over my thoughts today since it is valentines day.

I wish you all a happy one.

What’s on my mind

There are days I feel like I spread myself too thin, like butter on dried toast. You know how the heat from the toast just melts it in the crevasse. Then there are days I feel like I am the tube of butter a one slice of toast couldn’t melt me in its wildest dreams. lol

What an opening, just to say I have a lot on my plate. I have finished the third edition of my Hypo Frost magazine, and I have created an online bookstore where I import books myself. On top of that, I am running a poetry and writing site.

What is wrong with me? lol

I am a writer. I love creating worlds in my mind or doing twisted things to people in this world. My poetry is free-flowing thoughts and emotions. In one year, I wrote over 500 poems. some long, some short, but all mine. Well a few I did with a partner.

I guess I can be convincing if I want to collaborate on poetry and stories. Why am I writing this? I just need to write. I wanted to give you all an update and at the same time just write my thoughts as it tumbles out.

As
words
trickle
down
from
a
mind
consumed
with
thought,

One wonders with the flow stop, and will the pool stay still stagnant?

I will keep going till the water stops flowing. I hope you do too. fire starters.

Unjust Jealousy

Unjust jealousy
has taken over me
I cannot believe
that you cannot see
that he is for me

I will channel this rage
as my pen flies across the page
There is no smoke or sage
That will bless what is coming in spades

You need to understand
When this woman claims that man
He is taken in hand
No judge or jury can command

So, since an education is required
Pull up a seat as this transpires
You see those lips
those hands
that Chest
I can say more, but I will say less

It’s funny how men think we will not fight
Allow them to go to this one or that one during the night
But what is mine will never be out of my sight
Either tied or chained sounds delicious, right

You can’t handle what is right next to me
You’re too young, too inexperienced, too full of Glee
You see, when the lights are dim or even red and sinewy
You couldn’t even do what he requires of me

There’s something that comes with age and time
You would have to be taught, but not by what’s mine
The young green grape hangs loosely on the vine
Is not much of a delicacy until it’s turned into wine

Now go away, little mouse, and eat someone else’s cheese
They may like what you have, and you wouldn’t be on your knees
Oh, that was harsh. Forgive me please
I think you understand now, you finally see

Musing

I have been questioned if I don’t see
What is going on before me
It’s been said that people are afraid to write
 because the stars are not sitting quite right

They want to remove or put it in a box,
 Specific themes should be behind locks
I am silent more than I write
because I have so many things to do at night

Why I will not shut the door
restrain others from saying anything more
freedom of speech and of words
Freedom that is being fought for but is not heard

I tend not to write about politics and religion, you see
A lot of my views will confuse and not sit right with thee
I see the pain of those who write
They wait for comments, but they refuse to comment on others’ writes

Again, popularity is not the theme
All we want is to be read and be seen
I was told, “I don’t want them to say a word.”
Afraid they will not understand their words

I was told you’re being a prude
Let me express what I want
Now my words are misconstrued

So here it goes, I am going to say what I have to say
Because my mind is going this way

Write

Write about pain

Write about love

Write about feeling you’re going insane

Write about god or gods above

Write about what you see

Write about how things should be

Write about sex

Write about what comes next

Write about your fear of death

Write about the medication withdrawl

Write about you no longer walk but you still crawl

There is no lock on this door
No chains are bolting you to the floor
You think I do not see
You think I do not read

I am one out of many here to say
Your words have power
Do you understand what I say

If you reach one
Why must it be
That 1
Should be three

Fia is in more places and faces than you know

If you need me, I will do my best to show

(Hello, my fire starters. I hope you are well. I have been busy working on Stars Rite. Its funny how you can never please everyone, yet I still try)

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.

Dantea’s Level of Hell (End)

Unlocking the door
Greeted by the sound of trickling water

Thoughts unparalleled to match the hunger
Feet move on their own accord

Pushed open the door to watch
Lathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down

Again, our eyes meet
Continue,”  I say breathlessly 

Your body reacts to the order
As if it had muscle memory from before

Strong hands glide down
The very movement is tormenting me

You pause being defiant
I move lethally towards you

“You take it, and stroke it. Or I will”
Not caring that my blouse is becoming transparent

Slowly at first
Base to tip
Gripping harder
Slide back up
Repeat

Breathing increased
So does the stroke pattern

Removing  my belt
Hitting his hand away

“Turn around, hands behind you’re back”
On command, he follows

Restraining his hands to remove temptation
“You want release, but I do not want that for you.

I want it for me.
Do you understand?”

I turn around and walk out the door.
As we go into the night

Bringing him close and refusing release
When I see he cannot take anymore

I take what is mine?
Every bit of him

He asked for my hell, not knowing what hell I had in store for him.
This is only level 2. Shall we continue?

(Okay, fire starters, how did I do with this mini series? Edged you all the way to the end. Let me know what you think.)