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You make, for a luminous brazier. I feel my face, flush, against the flickering heat, of you, as you gaze up, at me, with burning eyes, and mottled skin. You are an effigy, of my dearest desires, as I light you, ablaze. Hips, switching, like a metronome, Beneath the leather strap. It rises, and falls, as you firm under measured strokes. Rosettes, burst, and bloom, across olive flesh. You arch, beneath me, bridging the gap, from your galaxy, to mine as I paint your bare backside, in all the colors, of your aching soul: Pink, purple, and blue. ...I'm not afraid, to love you, loudly, and I'm not afraid, to sit, astride you. Indecisive fury, leaves, in a rush, of smoke, escaping your taut, throat in an ecstatic sigh, as I fall back, on my own knees... so familiar, now, with the journey, floorward. Your cheeks, stoke, and flame scarlet, as my velvet tongue, teases tangled walking trails, along your bruises. ...I know, how to trap, a wolf, and I'm not ashamed, to keep you, for mine. I spit, hard, and watch the river, run, along the open cravasse, Glinting mildly, in the overhead light. My pale tongue, dances long circles, around a twitching rim. Your hands, roll, into helpless fists. They pull, hard, against the limits, of their own fettered chains. I take a leap, of faith, and plunge, into the bittersweet tides, of you. Swallow me, whole. Drink me in, where we crest, upon auric waves. Your chords, grip the strength, of the bow, and draw me, into you. I play the top notes, a concerto: but, soon, you'll have me singing soprano. ...I'm not afraid, to kneel, beneath you and I'm not afraid, to love you, loudly.
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
disastrophe
Effigy (Explicit/BDSM/Femdom/Adult/LGBTQ)
You make, for a luminous brazier. I feel my face, flush, against the flickering heat, of you, as you gaze up, at me, with burning eyes, and mottled skin. You are an effigy, of my dearest desires, as I light you, ablaze. Hips, switching, like a metronome, Beneath the leather strap. It rises, and falls, as you firm under measured strokes. Rosettes, burst, and bloom, across olive flesh. You arch, beneath me, bridging the gap, from your galaxy, to mine as I paint your bare backside, in all the colors, of your aching soul: Pink, purple, and blue. ...I'm not afraid, to love you, loudly, and I'm not afraid, to sit, astride you. Indecisive fury, leaves, in a rush, of smoke, escaping your taut, throat in an ecstatic sigh, as I fall back, on my own knees... so familiar, now, with the journey, floorward. Your cheeks, stoke, and flame scarlet, as my velvet tongue, teases tangled walking trails, along your bruises. ...I know, how to trap, a wolf, and I'm not ashamed, to keep you, for mine. I spit, hard, and watch the river, run, along the open cravasse, Glinting mildly, in the overhead light. My pale tongue, dances long circles, around a twitching rim. Your hands, roll, into helpless fists. They pull, hard, against the limits, of their own fettered chains. I take a leap, of faith, and plunge, into the bittersweet tides, of you. Swallow me, whole. Drink me in, where we crest, upon auric waves. Your chords, grip the strength, of the bow, and draw me, into you. I play the top notes, a concerto: but, soon, you'll have me singing soprano. ...I'm not afraid, to kneel, beneath you and I'm not afraid, to love you, loudly.
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i want you pressed against me, holding the knife to my throat; begging me to force it away, lacerating my caramel with lust. tongue in cheek and warped by sin, spit swapped with mundane yearning, fueled by layered hope and mourning in moss-green hues and purple specks. i fear for the future and the weight of my own mistakes, and yet, i want to blister and burgeon and cry out for more, hopeful that your crisp sense of self, your selfishness, might save me.
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Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
silverplatedpoet
newness and intensity
i want you pressed against me, holding the knife to my throat; begging me to force it away, lacerating my caramel with lust. tongue in cheek and warped by sin, spit swapped with mundane yearning, fueled by layered hope and mourning in moss-green hues and purple specks. i fear for the future and the weight of my own mistakes, and yet, i want to blister and burgeon and cry out for more, hopeful that your crisp sense of self, your selfishness, might save me.
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You trail my body, in profane whispers as teeth, gnash, above you. Fingers, play your spine; hands, rub up, your back, and neck, and waterfall down, again, like party streamers, as my lips, seek, every heated, vanishing inch, of you.   Secret moans, escape vibrating chords.   Steam, from a rattling kettle. You snake your way, down peaks, and valleys. I lift my head, to suckle Your thick fingers, as they rub, roughly, hungrily, over aching ******* but instead, they twine, like a boa constrictor, around my open throat, as you latch on, to one pink bud, and abuse it, with your tongue. You laugh, diabolical; Hell, heavy in your grin. Your thick member dances, and sways, before my eyes. Svengalian, in its torment. Dizzying me, as I choke, with a tensing throat ...charmed, lured, forward, to meet its one-eyed gaze... but then, you tell me, you'll only **** me, if my begging pleas, my cries, for my Sir, to fill me, can work their way past, their narrowing windpipe. I claw, with catlike intensity, at your wrist, and arm. Tiger-striping you, as you squeeze. My tongue, grows too heavy, for its moist cell... and lolls out, as glassy eyes, roll up. Oh, Mister...if I black out... I only hope, that I wake up, with your shaft, searing my tongue, and your glaze, laquering, repainting, my made-up face. Vision swims back;   but you slither, downward: a fork tongued serpent, dithering, in the garden. Your knuckles, are tinted: red, and white, with tension. You grip my ankles, and fan, creamy legs, to their outer limits-- your mouth, urging my poppy, to bloom, euphoric.   I scream, in a hoarse voice: I scream, for you, to devour my passionfruit: to bathe your tongue, in it, so I can polish your aching rod, with my forbidden citrus... but you **** and roll, the hard seed, with languid, languorous motions, feasting on the rind, until I'm shaking, spasming thrusting, upwards, in a mindless, fevered sweat... an oasis, pooling around burning thighs. I want to ride, your face; I want to suffocate you, until your cheeks, suffuse, with color, and you struggle, to breathe. I want you, to grip my thick hips, to feel me, melt; to see me glow, above you, lit from within, like egg tempera, on canvas skin. But your flogger, drives down, and jolts me, from my reverie. It drives, hard, down my nakedness, seemingly splitting delicate pink buds, in two, as I scream, and writhe, pathetically under each blow, in a helpless surrender. Welts, are already blossoming; recoloring ample ******* under braided, leather strips. Your arm, rises, and falls, pistonlike with a professional wrist snap, again...and again. I howl; ******* bruised: wanton, in my want, of you. ...I guess it's my turn, to wear the stripes, now.
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Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
disastrophe
Animal Print (Adult, Explicit)
You trail my body, in profane whispers as teeth, gnash, above you. Fingers, play your spine; hands, rub up, your back, and neck, and waterfall down, again, like party streamers, as my lips, seek, every heated, vanishing inch, of you.   Secret moans, escape vibrating chords.   Steam, from a rattling kettle. You snake your way, down peaks, and valleys. I lift my head, to suckle Your thick fingers, as they rub, roughly, hungrily, over aching ******* but instead, they twine, like a boa constrictor, around my open throat, as you latch on, to one pink bud, and abuse it, with your tongue. You laugh, diabolical; Hell, heavy in your grin. Your thick member dances, and sways, before my eyes. Svengalian, in its torment. Dizzying me, as I choke, with a tensing throat ...charmed, lured, forward, to meet its one-eyed gaze... but then, you tell me, you'll only **** me, if my begging pleas, my cries, for my Sir, to fill me, can work their way past, their narrowing windpipe. I claw, with catlike intensity, at your wrist, and arm. Tiger-striping you, as you squeeze. My tongue, grows too heavy, for its moist cell... and lolls out, as glassy eyes, roll up. Oh, Mister...if I black out... I only hope, that I wake up, with your shaft, searing my tongue, and your glaze, laquering, repainting, my made-up face. Vision swims back;   but you slither, downward: a fork tongued serpent, dithering, in the garden. Your knuckles, are tinted: red, and white, with tension. You grip my ankles, and fan, creamy legs, to their outer limits-- your mouth, urging my poppy, to bloom, euphoric.   I scream, in a hoarse voice: I scream, for you, to devour my passionfruit: to bathe your tongue, in it, so I can polish your aching rod, with my forbidden citrus... but you **** and roll, the hard seed, with languid, languorous motions, feasting on the rind, until I'm shaking, spasming thrusting, upwards, in a mindless, fevered sweat... an oasis, pooling around burning thighs. I want to ride, your face; I want to suffocate you, until your cheeks, suffuse, with color, and you struggle, to breathe. I want you, to grip my thick hips, to feel me, melt; to see me glow, above you, lit from within, like egg tempera, on canvas skin. But your flogger, drives down, and jolts me, from my reverie. It drives, hard, down my nakedness, seemingly splitting delicate pink buds, in two, as I scream, and writhe, pathetically under each blow, in a helpless surrender. Welts, are already blossoming; recoloring ample ******* under braided, leather strips. Your arm, rises, and falls, pistonlike with a professional wrist snap, again...and again. I howl; ******* bruised: wanton, in my want, of you. ...I guess it's my turn, to wear the stripes, now.
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Of all the games we learned to play with jokes, with rules, with risk and trust we never chose to lie. But then you did. And nothing held. No knot was tight, no safe word sure, no breath between us true. A whispered “yes” became a guess, and touch a kind of theft. Now every scene rewinds itself, the lines we drew blurred… For once a lie slips past the lips, nothing truly grips.
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May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 3:39 AM UTC
Cadmus
Once You Lie
Of all the games we learned to play with jokes, with rules, with risk and trust we never chose to lie. But then you did. And nothing held. No knot was tight, no safe word sure, no breath between us true. A whispered “yes” became a guess, and touch a kind of theft. Now every scene rewinds itself, the lines we drew blurred… For once a lie slips past the lips, nothing truly grips.
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I was raised snarling and filthy, How was I supposed to differentiate the hand that beats from the hand that feeds? I read once that these glistening ivories set into these rotting, receding gums aren't just pretty pearly things- that they froth and snap and ache for a reason. So forgive me if my teeth find a home amongst fat and flesh and veins and bone and blood When you offer out your hand to me- That's just the way I was raised. The asphalt is a kindless God to follow, yet here I am: Knees torn and scarred, bleeding and blindingly free.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
skylark-o-the-bough
"Bad Dog"
I was raised snarling and filthy, How was I supposed to differentiate the hand that beats from the hand that feeds? I read once that these glistening ivories set into these rotting, receding gums aren't just pretty pearly things- that they froth and snap and ache for a reason. So forgive me if my teeth find a home amongst fat and flesh and veins and bone and blood When you offer out your hand to me- That's just the way I was raised. The asphalt is a kindless God to follow, yet here I am: Knees torn and scarred, bleeding and blindingly free.
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Tail fluffed in the air She stalks around the room To her whim and wish she peruses Kneeled in the center Wagging with patience I sit Anticipation any given command Bidding her time, letting me shake Deeming if I'm worth the time If I may be useful enough to sharpen her claws All I can do is wait and behave
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Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 9:26 PM UTC
Eclectiporium
Scratching Post
Tail fluffed in the air She stalks around the room To her whim and wish she peruses Kneeled in the center Wagging with patience I sit Anticipation any given command Bidding her time, letting me shake Deeming if I'm worth the time If I may be useful enough to sharpen her claws All I can do is wait and behave
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Just slide the blade already You're already killing me Is it that you enjoy visual agony, Carving up your trophy, Watching the tragedy? Maybe the key to your kink is "slowly" Like you don't want to catch up with destiny But can't pull yourself away from the debauchery ©2024
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Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 3:53 PM UTC
bettsjc187
~•§•~ Lucky Me ~•§•~
Just slide the blade already You're already killing me Is it that you enjoy visual agony, Carving up your trophy, Watching the tragedy? Maybe the key to your kink is "slowly" Like you don't want to catch up with destiny But can't pull yourself away from the debauchery ©2024
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In the dimly lit chamber, we set the scene. An owner and his pet, a game of primal and prey. She kneels like an eager dog, a collar around her neck. He stomps his feet and keeps her obedience at play. The owner, like a magician, keeps tricks up his sleeve. He wants his pet to learn— to be his student and please. Commanding her to crawl, to fetch and beg. Waiting for him to call her a good little pet. She barks and whimpers, a puppy in passion. Spins three times and licks her master’s feet without a whine. The pet surrenders to her master’s might. She delivers his sturdy leather boots in a straight line. With a flick of the whip, the pet curls in elation. Her master chuckles at her sounds of temptation. Submitting to the cynicism of ******* and discipline. She is flogged like a plebeian, forgetting she’s a citizen. Pet and master, a bond so strong. The two are bound by zeal, craving one another. She wallows in the comfort of her belly rubs and treats. And runs around with a rush of red in color. She goes through treacherous training. And yelps if she’s ever caught complaining. Waiting for a tasteful gift: the eternity collar. When she is ready, he puts it on with honor.
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Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 6:25 PM UTC
Koi
An Owner and His Pet
In the dimly lit chamber, we set the scene. An owner and his pet, a game of primal and prey. She kneels like an eager dog, a collar around her neck. He stomps his feet and keeps her obedience at play. The owner, like a magician, keeps tricks up his sleeve. He wants his pet to learn— to be his student and please. Commanding her to crawl, to fetch and beg. Waiting for him to call her a good little pet. She barks and whimpers, a puppy in passion. Spins three times and licks her master’s feet without a whine. The pet surrenders to her master’s might. She delivers his sturdy leather boots in a straight line. With a flick of the whip, the pet curls in elation. Her master chuckles at her sounds of temptation. Submitting to the cynicism of ******* and discipline. She is flogged like a plebeian, forgetting she’s a citizen. Pet and master, a bond so strong. The two are bound by zeal, craving one another. She wallows in the comfort of her belly rubs and treats. And runs around with a rush of red in color. She goes through treacherous training. And yelps if she’s ever caught complaining. Waiting for a tasteful gift: the eternity collar. When she is ready, he puts it on with honor.
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Her master towers over her with his hefty might. His eyes pierce through the shadows. Commanding and bold, he startles her. However, she capitulates to his aura. She succumbs to his will, a willing slave. Confined by his power, she cannot behave. His words are tender, his touch like a feather, she pines for his control, her soul in his hand. In the dungeon of rapture, they explore their appetite. Her master, like a bat, hovers over the dim light. Sweeps her with his wings to a waltz of submission. And takes her to the ride of darkness and delight. A coating of fear decorates her face. He surprises her with acts that leave her afraid. She is hesitant to continue her master’s calling. But her body is dissimilar, peachy, and pulsating. Her master takes her on a trip of ****** events. Where she gasps with fright, moans with pain, and pleasures herself to the sound of the rain. He takes what he wants; she surrenders it all. He puts her in her place with words of degradation. Then showers her with warmth and affection. Her master kisses her, just like aftercare. In each other’s arms they find solace in times of despair.
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May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 3:56 PM UTC
Koi
Exploring My Slave
Her master towers over her with his hefty might. His eyes pierce through the shadows. Commanding and bold, he startles her. However, she capitulates to his aura. She succumbs to his will, a willing slave. Confined by his power, she cannot behave. His words are tender, his touch like a feather, she pines for his control, her soul in his hand. In the dungeon of rapture, they explore their appetite. Her master, like a bat, hovers over the dim light. Sweeps her with his wings to a waltz of submission. And takes her to the ride of darkness and delight. A coating of fear decorates her face. He surprises her with acts that leave her afraid. She is hesitant to continue her master’s calling. But her body is dissimilar, peachy, and pulsating. Her master takes her on a trip of ****** events. Where she gasps with fright, moans with pain, and pleasures herself to the sound of the rain. He takes what he wants; she surrenders it all. He puts her in her place with words of degradation. Then showers her with warmth and affection. Her master kisses her, just like aftercare. In each other’s arms they find solace in times of despair.
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O mistress, your gentle eyes were a warm angel’s song. Your glazed almond skin was soft like a virgin's touch. Bound me in chains of desire and sin in your love dungeon. Your euphonic voice calls out to me like a raven’s tweet. I licked my lips and pleasured my ******* My face flushed like a thorny rose. I reached out to caress her tendril twine of hair. She whispered sweet nothings that filled the air. O mistress! Our love is wrong. In the heat of this forbidden love we embrace the eternal night, sharing a kiss in the moonless delight. My body’s a canvas, craving her touch I yearn for her sweet ********** Pain and pleasure whips me to shape. My love for her will always creep. O mistress, come close to me. Print your skin on my pale flesh. Prepare me for my best nightmare. Where you invite worship for this time. You stab me with love like a swordswoman and make art out of my darkness. No demon or god can tear us asunder. There is still beauty in this immoral hunger. O mistress, I submit every ounce of my soul to you. For you have your way with me for eternity. The bellowing echoes of ****** rumors will never take my love for you away.
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May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 10:06 PM UTC
Koi
Our Forbidden Love
O mistress, your gentle eyes were a warm angel’s song. Your glazed almond skin was soft like a virgin's touch. Bound me in chains of desire and sin in your love dungeon. Your euphonic voice calls out to me like a raven’s tweet. I licked my lips and pleasured my ******* My face flushed like a thorny rose. I reached out to caress her tendril twine of hair. She whispered sweet nothings that filled the air. O mistress! Our love is wrong. In the heat of this forbidden love we embrace the eternal night, sharing a kiss in the moonless delight. My body’s a canvas, craving her touch I yearn for her sweet ********** Pain and pleasure whips me to shape. My love for her will always creep. O mistress, come close to me. Print your skin on my pale flesh. Prepare me for my best nightmare. Where you invite worship for this time. You stab me with love like a swordswoman and make art out of my darkness. No demon or god can tear us asunder. There is still beauty in this immoral hunger. O mistress, I submit every ounce of my soul to you. For you have your way with me for eternity. The bellowing echoes of ****** rumors will never take my love for you away.
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31/12/2022 It’s the last day of the year, and I’ve had one extra depressive episode because a 21 year old noped out, apparently I’m demiromantic and have never had a crush need a strong connection, when it’s there – it’s nothing to reckon with, had I known I’d have put more space between us, taken it slower rather than convincing myself I have control, as it slips I’m leaving another lover, wretched with stench I look at their face in old pictures, becoming afraid at their void expression, beard they refuse to trim for me so I daydream and I know like, I know now, with therapy that there is no magical himbo to save me, no delusions about that, no boo, no more but I also know I deserve some ******* comfort after the hell, oh the hell I can’t broach, if I **** it will burst like a yolk, I’ll be dead by morning, oh and he’s so beautiful his eyes on me, his cautious fingers, fear and shudders makes me feel like my best was not just good enough my best was fascinating. I want to tell him about my songs, mixing in studio 1 I wanna duet, and melt, I want him on his knees at random words, I want that worship, wanna feel his piercing on my everything, want to give that worship not just in a word document, so I daydream, I get to. I ******* get to if I need it, daydream about whichever thing will never happen if I need it. I will not be shamed for surviving I will not be blinded to an oasis for the chance it’s a mirage, I need to get from place to place, boo What shall I do as I heal? Drink? Drugs? ******* cigarettes? did you know the internet says I’ll die at 67? Little more than half now my life is not shortened by zoning out - If I want a muse I will have a ******* muse, and he can think I’m crazy along with the rest of them, **** if I care,   I want him to come here.                                     I want to ask him questions, reasonable questions because I know I would:                                                                        is this an impulsive decision? have you broken up?                                                                                                how long ago? are you in therapy?                                             I am **** demisexual,                                                   even in my mind,                                               especially in my mind Do       you      want      me      or      do       you       want      polyamory? Because I can be anyone, and I have already been                                                          an experiment for some guy, ‘fore he                                                               gets a bi curious, monogamous girl Because we can grow alongside one another, but not fix each other because you need to process because if you’re with her, she wouldn’t have a reason other than “my boyfriend really wants to” and that is the worst reason for polyamory, and I am not nor have ever been in the business of hurting people with intent (excluding  grade school, ((I’m sorry, Martina – double sorry you died from leukemia,) excluding when you c o n s e n t )),   I’d like you to answer all of those, then maybe I get to hold you. That’s my daydream. Holding you. Watching films, you commenting on them the way I’ve done and annoyed all of my lovers. how your neck would smell                                       how your hair and head would feel in my hands how you’d shiver and breathe shallow, and how easily I could make it calm.   and yeah, subspacing you and using your body, I am not entirely ace.
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Feb 21, 2023
Feb 21, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
emilija
Polyamorous word ***** daydream shenanigans
31/12/2022 It’s the last day of the year, and I’ve had one extra depressive episode because a 21 year old noped out, apparently I’m demiromantic and have never had a crush need a strong connection, when it’s there – it’s nothing to reckon with, had I known I’d have put more space between us, taken it slower rather than convincing myself I have control, as it slips I’m leaving another lover, wretched with stench I look at their face in old pictures, becoming afraid at their void expression, beard they refuse to trim for me so I daydream and I know like, I know now, with therapy that there is no magical himbo to save me, no delusions about that, no boo, no more but I also know I deserve some ******* comfort after the hell, oh the hell I can’t broach, if I **** it will burst like a yolk, I’ll be dead by morning, oh and he’s so beautiful his eyes on me, his cautious fingers, fear and shudders makes me feel like my best was not just good enough my best was fascinating. I want to tell him about my songs, mixing in studio 1 I wanna duet, and melt, I want him on his knees at random words, I want that worship, wanna feel his piercing on my everything, want to give that worship not just in a word document, so I daydream, I get to. I ******* get to if I need it, daydream about whichever thing will never happen if I need it. I will not be shamed for surviving I will not be blinded to an oasis for the chance it’s a mirage, I need to get from place to place, boo What shall I do as I heal? Drink? Drugs? ******* cigarettes? did you know the internet says I’ll die at 67? Little more than half now my life is not shortened by zoning out - If I want a muse I will have a ******* muse, and he can think I’m crazy along with the rest of them, **** if I care,   I want him to come here.                                     I want to ask him questions, reasonable questions because I know I would:                                                                        is this an impulsive decision? have you broken up?                                                                                                how long ago? are you in therapy?                                             I am **** demisexual,                                                   even in my mind,                                               especially in my mind Do       you      want      me      or      do       you       want      polyamory? Because I can be anyone, and I have already been                                                          an experiment for some guy, ‘fore he                                                               gets a bi curious, monogamous girl Because we can grow alongside one another, but not fix each other because you need to process because if you’re with her, she wouldn’t have a reason other than “my boyfriend really wants to” and that is the worst reason for polyamory, and I am not nor have ever been in the business of hurting people with intent (excluding  grade school, ((I’m sorry, Martina – double sorry you died from leukemia,) excluding when you c o n s e n t )),   I’d like you to answer all of those, then maybe I get to hold you. That’s my daydream. Holding you. Watching films, you commenting on them the way I’ve done and annoyed all of my lovers. how your neck would smell                                       how your hair and head would feel in my hands how you’d shiver and breathe shallow, and how easily I could make it calm.   and yeah, subspacing you and using your body, I am not entirely ace.
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It's easy to select when you write a Fet profile But a little more involved to explain I live it 24/7 means that I can't escape I live it 24/7 means it's a part of me And I can't run from the things that hurt or give release I don't do scenes I don't have "play" partners I don't seek out pain I don't start unhealthy relationships I don't even want to feel the ways I feel But when you hurt me, I feel it When you reject me, I feel it When you accuse me, I feel it When you mock me, I feel it When you hate me, I feel it I can hate your power over me I can hate your abuse I can hate your derision I can hate myself But I can't stop the delicious feeling of abject misery
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Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 10:32 AM UTC
lostinjapan
I live it 24/7
It's easy to select when you write a Fet profile But a little more involved to explain I live it 24/7 means that I can't escape I live it 24/7 means it's a part of me And I can't run from the things that hurt or give release I don't do scenes I don't have "play" partners I don't seek out pain I don't start unhealthy relationships I don't even want to feel the ways I feel But when you hurt me, I feel it When you reject me, I feel it When you accuse me, I feel it When you mock me, I feel it When you hate me, I feel it I can hate your power over me I can hate your abuse I can hate your derision I can hate myself But I can't stop the delicious feeling of abject misery
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I am afraid of you I am afraid of what you can make me do Your touch can weaken my legs You grab me by the throat my heart skips and leaps You whisper in my ear The warmth of your breath sends chills down my spine Your words make my stomach turn I am so very afraid of you Knowing that every act betrays all that I am And still, I can’t sleep tonight  anticipating you I am afraid of you I don’t know what I feel. I just know I have never felt it before I know I have never been so free under your control
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Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 9:27 AM UTC
Voodooqueenj
Fear
I am afraid of you I am afraid of what you can make me do Your touch can weaken my legs You grab me by the throat my heart skips and leaps You whisper in my ear The warmth of your breath sends chills down my spine Your words make my stomach turn I am so very afraid of you Knowing that every act betrays all that I am And still, I can’t sleep tonight  anticipating you I am afraid of you I don’t know what I feel. I just know I have never felt it before I know I have never been so free under your control
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I’ll submit to your will, make me swallow it all. Spoil every inch of me, slap me raw. Fill me with your poison, say you love me the most. Don't throw me away, hold me close. Yank my hair back, squeeze my throat. Puncture me deep, leave me soaked.
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
katnobody
Poison
I’ll submit to your will, make me swallow it all. Spoil every inch of me, slap me raw. Fill me with your poison, say you love me the most. Don't throw me away, hold me close. Yank my hair back, squeeze my throat. Puncture me deep, leave me soaked.
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You love how he licks every inch of you and nibbles on your flesh. You want him to spoil every hole, and make you sloppy wet. You beg him to take you every night, and you let him have his way. You need him to fill you up tight and you think about it all day. He knows just what you like, so he ties you to his bed to get you ready for his abuse. You moan and scream as he pounds you over and over, until you can't move.
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 12:49 AM UTC
katnobody
Sloppy
You love how he licks every inch of you and nibbles on your flesh. You want him to spoil every hole, and make you sloppy wet. You beg him to take you every night, and you let him have his way. You need him to fill you up tight and you think about it all day. He knows just what you like, so he ties you to his bed to get you ready for his abuse. You moan and scream as he pounds you over and over, until you can't move.
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What was it About The soles of my feet That made your mouth quiver Maybe The vulnerability “He said achingly as he was convinced to stay for an hour longer”
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Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
caro-emv
“No, not the soles”
What was it About The soles of my feet That made your mouth quiver Maybe The vulnerability “He said achingly as he was convinced to stay for an hour longer”
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free spirit bound tightly. the equivalent of keeping a wild tiger as a house kitty. you may gag my mouth you may bind my wrists you may stimulate you may penetrate you may humiliate but though i am your slave I am still my own master.
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
roppongidreams
i am his "slave"
free spirit bound tightly. the equivalent of keeping a wild tiger as a house kitty. you may gag my mouth you may bind my wrists you may stimulate you may penetrate you may humiliate but though i am your slave I am still my own master.
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Hey there Delilah, What's it like in your ****** I'm a thousand miles away, But girl, I smell that **** from China. Yes, I can. I've got a nice white mini-van, Lemme tie them hands. Hey there Delilah, Don't you worry about the distance, I will be there in a jiffy, Give this song another listen, I'm by your side, I came fast and now I'll slap your thighs, And cover your eyes. Oh, you've got some nice tiddies. Oh, I'll give you STD's. Oh, I'll tie you to a tree. Oh, I'll **** you till' you bleed. **** you till' you bleed. Hey there Delilah, You know my **** is getting hard, But just believe me, girl Someday I'll let you out of this here car, We'll have it good, I'll have your life, you'll have my wood, Just like you should. Hey there Delilah, I've got so much **** to say, Why write you ten thousand songs, When I could rub your **** all day, I'd rub it hard, From house, to school, to pool, to plane, to yard, I'll leave some scars. Oh, you've got some nice tiddies. Oh, I'll give you STD's. Oh, I'll tie you to a tree. Oh, I'll **** you till' you bleed. **** you till' you bleed. I wish upon a summer star, ****** strings for my guitar, I think that's gross so I must be gay, My friends will all make fun of you, Degrading lies like, "You're a Jew", You'll try to run but I will make you stay, Delilah, I can promise you, That one and one always makes two, And two people create the greatest games, Great ***** games! Hey there Delilah, You be good, and don't you diss me, Cause, you're the sub and I'm the dom, And you will be history if you do, You'll end up in some cannibal stew, The liver to swallow and the skin to chew, Doing like cannibals do, Like cannibals do. Oh, you've got some nice tiddies. Oh, I'll give you STD's. Oh, I'll tie you to a tree. Oh, I'll **** you till' you bleed. **** you till' you bleed.
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
sketcheroo
Hey There Delilah
Hey there Delilah, What's it like in your ****** I'm a thousand miles away, But girl, I smell that **** from China. Yes, I can. I've got a nice white mini-van, Lemme tie them hands. Hey there Delilah, Don't you worry about the distance, I will be there in a jiffy, Give this song another listen, I'm by your side, I came fast and now I'll slap your thighs, And cover your eyes. Oh, you've got some nice tiddies. Oh, I'll give you STD's. Oh, I'll tie you to a tree. Oh, I'll **** you till' you bleed. **** you till' you bleed. Hey there Delilah, You know my **** is getting hard, But just believe me, girl Someday I'll let you out of this here car, We'll have it good, I'll have your life, you'll have my wood, Just like you should. Hey there Delilah, I've got so much **** to say, Why write you ten thousand songs, When I could rub your **** all day, I'd rub it hard, From house, to school, to pool, to plane, to yard, I'll leave some scars. Oh, you've got some nice tiddies. Oh, I'll give you STD's. Oh, I'll tie you to a tree. Oh, I'll **** you till' you bleed. **** you till' you bleed. I wish upon a summer star, ****** strings for my guitar, I think that's gross so I must be gay, My friends will all make fun of you, Degrading lies like, "You're a Jew", You'll try to run but I will make you stay, Delilah, I can promise you, That one and one always makes two, And two people create the greatest games, Great ***** games! Hey there Delilah, You be good, and don't you diss me, Cause, you're the sub and I'm the dom, And you will be history if you do, You'll end up in some cannibal stew, The liver to swallow and the skin to chew, Doing like cannibals do, Like cannibals do. Oh, you've got some nice tiddies. Oh, I'll give you STD's. Oh, I'll tie you to a tree. Oh, I'll **** you till' you bleed. **** you till' you bleed.
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My body’s a fire Waiting To be burned With your caressing gaze All teased Tormented Nuzzled fantasy Makes me A bad girl Eager to please Your ***** sensitivity Tie me Choke me Tell me Daddy How will you Discipline me today
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
InkedQuill
***** sensitivity
My body’s a fire Waiting To be burned With your caressing gaze All teased Tormented Nuzzled fantasy Makes me A bad girl Eager to please Your ***** sensitivity Tie me Choke me Tell me Daddy How will you Discipline me today
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take me to church we can play with creation make me your god with the right reservations
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC
myfuckingdomain
church girl
take me to church we can play with creation make me your god with the right reservations
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How do I describe or even intimate the power of her sighs and for her touch, I'll wait How can I put to words what she does to me the thrill and the fire bodies meshed in cream Fluid in the in-between hers and mine, oh yes creating quite the scene and making quite a mess Minds in sync and rising too the heights and breadth of kink
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
TemporalFugue
**** Unconventional
How do I describe or even intimate the power of her sighs and for her touch, I'll wait How can I put to words what she does to me the thrill and the fire bodies meshed in cream Fluid in the in-between hers and mine, oh yes creating quite the scene and making quite a mess Minds in sync and rising too the heights and breadth of kink
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I don’t speak for everyone, I can only speak for me. I don’t want a silly toy to Make me feel weak at the knee. I don’t want a handsome savior, Riding in on a white horse Just so years later I end up Sad, fat and divorced. I want to be myself, Open and free. No one on this earth Who should chain me. Not outside of privacy of my bedroom. Can you blame me?
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
lunamoonbug
Chained Only in my Bedroom
I don’t speak for everyone, I can only speak for me. I don’t want a silly toy to Make me feel weak at the knee. I don’t want a handsome savior, Riding in on a white horse Just so years later I end up Sad, fat and divorced. I want to be myself, Open and free. No one on this earth Who should chain me. Not outside of privacy of my bedroom. Can you blame me?
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