Toni-Ann Johnson Dec 2018
Knees aching from being down on them too long,
*** cheeks blazing while muffled moans and cries fill the room like a beautiful song.
You dare not move, you dare not argue,
For that smart *** mouth of yours couldn’t keep shut, and look where it got you.
Each flogs of the whip has a different effect,
Either it brings tears to your eyes or makes your underneath wet.
You hope he stops soon,
But another part of you wants him to continue, and allow the monster inside of you to bloom.
Despite the aching pain on your ***, you enjoy being punished,
You enjoy being face down in pain, these are the things that make you flourish.
The more he flogs you the more your ***** throbs,
But you have to be punished for being a bad girl, so you refuse to wail but instead release muffled sobs.
His Dominating voice fills the room commanding you to face is crotch, this causes your sea to roar,
He roughly grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him while tears threaten to fall for your *** is sore.
He commands that you be a good girl or you’ll be punished,
You agree meekly knowing you’ll disobey him again, just to be punished, for you like the pain, it is what makes you flourish.
A bad girl deserves to be punished, but what if she misbehaves because she loves to be punished?
trf Oct 2018
disguised as norm
the boy hushes hurt
rushing through my veins
pushing brown to meet blue,

the needle knits a sweater,
warming my heart so
i can cope and elope this
weathered depression jar,

blood breathes red
and tastes like iron,
my tongue numbs
from licking desire
pace yourself
Red:Alert Crisis:Real Call:Cavalry Hurt2Feel
Aaron LaLux Sep 2018
It’s always easy to say you love me,
when I’m *****,
I only have your undivided attention,
when you’re about to come,

what is it with ****,
and why do all mean act like predators,
walking around looking to stick it in,
while constantly trying to fight all competitors,

gross,
get your sick stick away from me,
I don’t want to fck I don’t want to ****,
I just want to make a way to get away from everything,

even though I know there’s no where I can go,
that will put me far enough away from men,
that I will feel comfortable enough,
to relax enough to meet a man and be his friend,

and I know that sounds a little extreme,
but so does being pinned by my wrists to a bed,
while I’m being stuck from the back my ****,
with a pillow pressed upon my head,

and you don’t even get it,
you think we’re making love,
and I try to explain this,
but you don’t give a fck,

because you don’t make love,
you make ****,
so I’m going to get ghost as soon as I can,
no love lost because all we did was fck,

it’s always easy to say you love me,
when I’m *****,
I only have your undivided attention,
when you’re about to come…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
Matthew Roe Sep 2018
The void
Or the scowl.

Are you sure you know which you’d pick.
When the right hand that feeds you,
Succulent wisdom,
While the left hand kills the next breed.

You see the void on sundays,
in time that is only passing seconds.
in moments where you scream silently.
When precious life is the cold bone you hold.
Down the path you walk, you long to be led.

Submission
Is the game for so long,
Catch a ball, avoid a fall
Until you chase it when rolls
Off the edge
And you follow it in faith
Rather than in fear
Keeping your white collar near.
Please comment what you think this one can be about cuz I barely know myself, it is quite a collage of ideas. A mix of the Philosophical, the *****, the fascist and the boringly bleak.
Note: the bit about a dog chasing a ball off a cliff is something my Dad actually saw, at beach head.
'White collar' does not refer to class, but a Vicar's collar.
chukwudi udoka Aug 2018
The room is dark, filled with void.
The only thing between us is the paint and brush.
I turn your head up, lost deeply into your eyes.
My masculine voice commands,
I set you free, explore and investigate.
My body is your canvas, let them be your tool where you get lost in your world.
While I get lost in your lips and my hands explore your body.
In paintings we shall ignite a fire, we shall get intimate.
In paintings I rock your world, I dominate you.
With my lips doing justice to your body while I drill you with vigor and passion.
In paintings, we shall moan, groan and scream.
Feeling your body covered up in this beautiful artwork, the pleasure is exhilarating.
My touch soft enough to caress you, but strong enough to protect you.
I feel you, I see the hips gyrating.
In our world, I am your master and I will dominate you.
Let the paint expression express the feelings that can't be expressed.
Let the pain you feel move you and take you to another world.  
In painting, you shall be set free but still my *****.
In painting,  I shall drill you and your inner soul.
The scream is inevitable, the pain is the one you enjoy.
The very moment you fantasize.
May the paintings make our body flow smoothly so our souls can talk in spirits.
In painting, you, scream, moan and shout.
In painting, I breathe and I smack you out.
In painting, we get tired and pass out.
In paintings, we *** hard and loud.
words that explore the boundaries of intimacy with spicy creativity that enhances sensation
The joining
of your soul to mine
You feel it
My heartbeat
Through your lips
My breath
Swirls
Like painting light
Across your body
Fingertips
Tracing bliss
Of knowing
You are mine
Of mixing
Blessing
With desire
Of sacred acts
Older than memory
Of feeling
Your soul
Blend and curl
Under your skin
Letting me in
Meet me
In the place
we both know
is Home
Where I
Belong to you
With names
I cannot remember
My aching heart
Longs to surrender
To everything
Without fear
Meet me here
My whole self offered up.
Raw.
Like a sacrifice on an ancient stone altar.
The oldest and most pure ritual in the world,
of one human soul putting itself completely in the hands of another.
Surrender.
You take me as I am.
As I was.
As I will be.
You have made me yours and I will stop at nothing to bring you peace, happiness, contentment...
anything you ever desire.
This is my purpose.
The answer to all of my whys.
The quiet place that was always...
Home.
Haylin Jun 2018
Can't believe I'mma say this but
Setting: my old room
We have been texting all nite. We were in a ***** mood so I said come over, I'll have a ladder for u to climb up. When u get here u climb up the ladder to the back room. U walk down the Hall to my room. The Christmas lights r on so it sets the mood but I'm still under the covers. U think I'm asleep so you move the covers to see that I'm in a tank top no bra and ***** shorts. I fell asleep while u were on ur way here. You knew I had a bag of ***** **** in the cabinet. You get out the rope and tie my hands to the bed.  That's when I wake up. At first I'm like what the **** then I'm like yay I love *****. U said don't worry bout a thing i got this. Then you proceed to get on top of me. U start with a kiss on my forehead, then u kiss my lips for like 5 min. You kiss down my neck and leave marks. Then you get to my *****. You kiss and leave ur mark on one while massaging the other. You start kissing down my stomach till u reach my waist. You tease me with your hands and tongue. I start yelling **** me then u get the ******* and blindfold. Now that I couldn't say or see anything,  it made it more fun. You started to swirl ur tongue around me but never went in. The teasing was killing me. Then u stuck 2 fingers in. You noticed that it didn't do much so then u did 3. That started to work but you wanted more fun. you grabbed the *******. You teased me with that for like forever. Then you shoved it in. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. But you wanted more fun. You put ur self in me then I wanted to scream more. You herd me mumble I'm gonna ***. Then you let out and I did. You untied me and made out with me one last time then you walked out the door and down the ladser. You left me there happy with my thoughts
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