this is a story of her fall into submission
she wasn't aware of her inhibitions
until she lost them and forgot to miss them..

she bought into the idea that she was broken
tainted and hopeless
until she met a man who cut her fears wide open
rob kistner Jul 10

radiant vision silken skinned
translucent alabaster blaze
torrid as a teen's temptation
leaned low here before me

strappened ankles fragile turned
stiletto'd rise
on carpet soft
emblazened vixen
forward bent
availed so boldly

dual swells of fleshen myth
atop two lathen'd stems
they writhe
smooth and lithe
as liquid love
turned by pleasure's gloried angels

stretched taut
raised high on tips of toes
and goddess buff
offered now
for hunger's taking
consumed until
I've had enough

graceful face
brazen aglow
comely raised and tilted back
my fingers tangled in your hair
lifting firm
lusciously slow

swept away in lustful swoon
forearms rest on velvet sheets
eyes aflame in sapphire need
blatant in your fetched seduction

Hedone's daughter lush with Spring
in soft golden fire
that folds upon you soft as satin
'cross nape of neck
arched silk desire

down glistening back
that tempting tapers
to warm and tender
sultry surprise

a wonderland for fingertips
to touch
and tease
and tantalize

to explore
your quivering body

divinely-pleasing sculpted vessel
brought forth by Aphrodite's hand

virgin fruit swells full and ripe
flesh silhouette to hypnotize
enticing in the candle's flicker
fondled by my hungry eyes

I stroke and tweak
the blossomed berries
that burst
engorged with passion's heat

that taunt my tongue to twirl 'round
my teeth to nip the tempting treat
draw to my lips
now lewdly moist
to take
and taste in eager suckle

willful hands
of pleasured probing
wrap slender waist
then slowly slide
'cross pleading hips
to folds of Venus
liquid molten
deep inside

into this angel's fire I'm thrust
to thrust
and thrust
in randy lust

love's raging heart
demands I must
and so I wildly
thrust and thrust
until finally
I'm spent and bust
passion's seed
has turned to dust

and wanton
are snuffed

spring's sweet madness
is full rebuffed


rob kistner © 2010
(revised 2018
Hedone was the personification and goddess of sensual pleasure.
*WARNING! For adult readers only!
Inked Quill Jul 4
Thankful for his collar
At my collarbone
His body
My Temple
Not my weakness
But strength
Deriving pleasure
When I kneel
Before him
And I stand
At his command
Inked Quill Jun 27
I want more
Than just to touch you
As you kneel down
Licking my feet
Your wrists fettered
By cold metal
The leash
Adorning your throat
& you look up to me
With begging eyes
Exposed for my needs
I slap you
While you cry for mercy
ShortBiscuit Jun 22
It is a dark day, as it rightfully should be.
Last night, promises of agony with a sardonic smile and conviction in his eyes, he exclaimed how he is going to shatter my shell. I thought he was a demon but he is an eternity more damming than hell.
And so, with his homuncular paws, he took me by the throat and played with my teeth like they were chimes...
To be continued...
Sylph Jun 13
to him,
she was his escape,
his ever present lighthouse.

as shadows creeped up his vision,
he would go to her
seeking temporary paradise
in an unforgiving world
that would pass judgement
on those that failed
to meet their quota

it calmed him.

to be able
to completely surrender himself
to someone so pleasurably cruel

each whip lash,
each biting scar,
each punishing slap,
each delicious sting from candle wax,
his neck wrapped in a collar
his skin marred by abuse
yet he couldn't help but ask
for more
he would beg
and she would give it to him.

he let himself drift away
until nothing more
than welcomed thoughts of her
invaded his once clustered mind
he would do anything for her.
only for her.

that was his duty
as her loyal pet

to her,
no words needed
                   to be said
he was nothing more
  than an animal
       trained to
             satisfy her
                         in bed.

that's how its always been
with her partners being
lustful creatures
forever seeking an outlet
for their suppressed desires

but she couldn't help
but think that this one
this insignificant little pet
would be the one
to stay by her side

then again,
that's what she thought
about everyone else before him
but she'd gladly wait
and see if
this one was any different

the least she could do
would be to enjoy herself
and savor the moment
of being able to call
this pathetically beautiful beast
as her own.
hmm...not sure how I feel about this one. might rewrite next time, or might not. Who knows~ I might make this into a short story tbh
Challenge from Yan F~
If a man loves a woman,
He tries to be sensitive towards her.
He tries to please her.
If a man has no one no one to love,
He can become  completely indifferent
To the values of this Society.
They become
To him.
And standards.
Which way  is best for him?
The way of love
Or the way of struggle?
"Fighting has been enjoined upon you while it is hateful to you."
"But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you."
"And Allah Knows, while you know not."
I might want to experience love,
And stop fighting,
But I'm not really
In charge.
You can be my marionette
says the old man
in the high Polazzo.
You can sway
and twirl
beneath my world
according to my needs.
I can only request
that the gold with which
you tie my limbs
be plucked vehemently.
The higher old man claims
I've earned it.
eryssi Jun 5
Through the pain I find solace
Solace that burns my soul
Calms my racing thoughts

Through the pain I find the truth
Truth that reveals who you are
No mask to hide your smile

Through the pain I find bliss
Bliss that excites my senses
A roaring blaze against my skin

Through the pain I find connection
Connection between our hearts
A rhythm that beats as one
eryssi Jun 5


I have this.
I can do this.

Take it one hit at a time.



Lost in the bliss.
A quiet numbness.
A familiar smile on his face.


With each strike I am free.

I am trembling beneath him.

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