In the Woods

So what if Red Riding Hood and the Wolf is cliché

We still love the woods, all night and all day

A mountain cabin is perfect for a retreat

But anywhere can be blessed when your love is complete


Away from civilization, no one around us for miles

We frolic in the woods wearing nothing but smiles

Or we lounge all day long naked in the bed

Fucking this way and that way, and of course giving head


We open the bag with all the adult pleasure toys

For binding, spanking, and orgasmic penetration joys

Yes, every time we go on a vacation trip

It’s always enhanced by our D/s relationship


With kat as Red Riding Hood our tale takes a turn

She’s red with arousal, her body does burn

She fears not her Alpha, she wants him to pounce

And lick up her juices, every last ounce


He pounces and licks, then slurps up some more

He savors the flavor, with sensations galore

By then his wolf stick is needing a sheath

He stuffs it on in… wow, what a relief


“Oh, what a feeling,” she says with delight

“Because Little Red, you’re so fucking tight.”

“If you like tight holes, I have a surprise, my dear

Flip me, and lube me, and fuck my tight rear”


“A grand gift indeed, and one I shall take

I’ll fuck you until you quiver and quake”

“Stop talking, just do it, my body is on fire

Ram it, and slam it, and fill our anal desire”


Once bidden, twice done, pure orgasmic bliss

Doubling the pleasure, there’s nothing better than this

So when kat asked, “Daddy, can we stay another week?”

“Sure, baby, now let’s shower, it’s time for a little tongue-in-cheek”

Speak To Me

Speak to me in a whisper
Murmuring softly in my ear
Tell me you want me, tell me you need me
Tell me all the things I yearn to hear

Speak to me with your lips
Finding mine and drinking deep
Swear you want me, swear you need me
Swear that I’m yours to keep

Speak to me with your fingers
Trailing lightly across my skin
Make me want you, make me need you
Make me crave to hold you within

Speak to me with your hand
Stinging slaps upon my ass
Prove you want me, prove you need me
Prove that Daddy takes no sass

Speak to me with your tongue
Stroking hungrily between my legs
Force me to want you, force me to need you
Force me to plead and beg

Speak to me with your cock
Sliding inside the body you claimed
Compel me to want you, compel me to need you
Compel me to scream out your name

Speak to me with your cum
Shooting deep within my core
Mark me…I want you, mark me…I need you
Mark me and make me your whore

Speak to me with your heart
Pounding in rhythm with mine
Vow that you want me, vow that you need me
Vow that you will for all time

Speak to me with your soul
Using the language of emotion
Alpha, I want you, Alpha I need you
Alpha, you have my devotion

And you do, Daddy.❤️

My Alpha

December 31st is a special day. To most, it’s New Year’s Eve, but to me, it’s more than that…much more: it’s Alpha’s and my anniversary—of the day we met.

On the last day of the year, Alpha and I crossed paths for the first time. It was a chance meeting, no introduction by friends was made, just two people swimming along in the vast ocean of humanity bumping into each by chance.

Or was it just chance?

Alpha is a man of faith; He believes God brought us together. I don’t know what I believe other than I feel it is nothing short of a miracle that two people who lived thousands of miles apart somehow found their way to each other.

The road that brought us together was long and rough and potholed with heartbreak—for both of us. The wreckage of two failed marriages littered the highway in my wake; one failed marriage and one that had ended when cancer came calling, was strewn behind Alpha. Both of us thought we would never find love again. I didn’t even want to try; I was too damaged.

And then from out of the blue, bump, there was Alpha. We talked a little, and I remember thinking He seemed like a nice man, so friendly and open. So instead of walking away, I hesitated, and we talked a little more.

Over the course of a few weeks, we became friends. And I found myself liking this sweet, funny man I had stumbled across…then more than liking. We were so compatible it was uncanny

I was the one who made the first sexual innuendo. The rest is history.

We fell in love before D/s was ever mentioned, before Alpha told me He wanted that kind of relationship with me. I loved Him, so I listened and learned. And in doing so, found that what He offered, I had been unconsciously searching for all my life.

Alpha is my soulmate. I could no more stop loving Him than I could stop breathing. I told Him not too long ago that He is all that is right and good in my life, and it is true.

Happy December 31st, my Alpha. I loved You yesterday, I love You today, and I’ll love You tomorrow. And if the fates that be and God wills, I’ll love You for all of eternity.


I wasn’t wanting
Wasn’t looking
Wasn’t even hoping…

For love

But I found it

With You

And You gave more…

A shoulder for me to lean on
Strong arms to hold me close
Strength of will to temper my spirit
Knowledge to unlock the fire inside me

A love without conditions

I kneel to You and only You

You are my best friend
My confidant
My soulmate
My lover
My man
My Daddy

You are everything to me

I love You
It’s that simple, and that complicated
Since the day…
You merely traded Your heart for mine


Bloody Date

A sexy and sassy babe to a party did go
Started to pursue a hunk named Beau
Thoughts of him nude
Doing things to her rude
Made her quite wet and hot down below


A strong woman she was so she made the first play
By the stroke of midnight she wanted to go all the way
Have her bottom spanked red
Then be tied to the bed
And climax after climax till the break of day

She thought she was doing everything right
Then kissed him with tongue and got such a fright
She felt sudden pangs
After tonguing his fangs
And the taste of her blood brought him instant delight

What human could she tell that wouldn’t call her a liar?
And what of her urge, now a full-blown desire?
“Before me now kneel
I’ll feast and I’ll feel
And you’ll be the slave of a Master Vampire”

Normally, she’d love to submit to a sexy man
Especially a stud with a very firm hand
She always did yearn
For a naughty girl’s turn
Across the lap of a spanking artisan

But warning signs flashed when she looked in a mirror
And only female images did not disappear
Is it enough evidence
To label all of the gents?
Perhaps not, but something in the situation was quite queer

Did he lust for her body or simply her blood?
Would she wake up in bed or face down in the mud?
Would this man of girls’ dreams
Invoke nothing but screams
Leaving her naked corpse covered in crud?


“Will you be mine tonight?” she now heard him query
And who could begrudge her for feeling quite leery?
He asked if she’d strip
She replied rather flip
“Bite me!” which sparked a change in him evil and eerie

He gripped her hair and pulled back her head
Exposing her tender neck, her eyes full of dread
He bit her soft flesh
Blood savory and fresh
But the feigned fear in her eyes turned to excitement instead

For she too had more than a secret to tell
Omega to an Alpha with a blood lust to kill
A bite on her neck
Is like a love peck
It makes werewolf bitches horny as hell


She transformed in an instant all fur and desire
With love for her Alpha, heart burning like fire
He’d see to her needs
For doing her deeds
So she howled for her bitches to slay every vampire

They played their parts well as they came to the dance
Playing lusty females seeking a night of romance
But they came for meat
A wolf pack must eat
But their feast and fling took on an air of necromance

I was warned not to tell how the blood bath did end
Too many on both sides have wounds that will mend
But if you get an itch
To bite the neck of a bitch
Her blood lust will boil, and to hell you’ll descend


Lookout for Ms. Bitchy: a poetic fable

A note I did leave for Kat to receive
To Lookout Point she was commanded to go
She was to prepare love holes and hair
Lube it, plug it, and shave down below

Silky panties in place, big smile on her face
The rest of her outfit she did don
To her car she went, lustful and hell-bent
An eager little beaver needing to be pounced upon


With foot she pushed pedal right down to the metal
And arrived too soon at the chosen rendezvous
Half-hour till dark, she still chose to park
Commands from the note she still had to do

Blindfold to place, and binds to lace
She loved being her Daddy’s most obedient sub
Fulfilling the task at hand she wishes for cheeks tanned
Aroused by her plug and its pleasuring rub

But her early arrival sparks need for survival
When drifters in the shadows see Kat start to prepare
When opportunity knocks they think with their cocks
And the drunkest says, “I got dibs on her underwear.”

All five of them grinning with rotgut thoughts of sinning
It’s been years since any of them had any trim
They stumble and plod toward Kat’s hopped-up rod
Hoping for BJ’s and a hot, tight little quim


Kat failed to see the walking misery
While considering Daddy’s list of things to do
But to the drifters’ dismay, their approach given away
As they burped and farted their ninety-proof fuel

When Kat’s innocent sniff caught the putrefied whiff
She knew trouble came without an invitation
Daddy would soon arrive, but she had to survive
And that meant action without hesitation

Kat tried a retreat to the driver’s seat
While calling for help at the top of her voice
At the moment she did sit, a filthy hand grabbed for her tit
And she knew she had no other choice


At times she is classy, at other times sassy
But on rare occasions she just has to let Ms. Bitchy loose
Like Jekyll and Hyde, a transformation must abide
When dickheads fuck with her it’s time to cook their goose

She pulled out her mace and sprayed the grabber’s face
Then back-fisted his nose just to see his blood splatter
She turned in the seat and kicked with both feet
Convincing the SOB she was crazier than the Mad Hatter

He fell to the ground with a sickening sound
It felt like she punted his nuts clear up to his throat
But Ms. Bitchy wasn’t done; it was gettin’ to be fun
So she swung her purse at his head, and that’s all she wrote

The drifters now leaderless, they acted quite peter-less
Four pussies that started to caterwaul
But Ms. Bitchy bid them come, and they were drunk and dumb
And didn’t see the proverbial writing on the wall

Drunken number two did not have a clue
He just kept coming forward, while reachin’
So he tasted her mace, then got scratched ‘cross the face
Then a kick to his knee cap left him bawlin’ and screechin’

Number three drunk stunk worse than a skunk
This gave away his ambush from the rear
Ms. Bitchy’s concealed gun was grabbed as she spun
And she taught the dumb bastard the meaning of fear


She shoved the nine-mil through his lips for a thrill
Split lips and broke teeth as it cleared a straight path
He sputtered and gagged and spit lots of blood
And wished to repent and stave-off Ms. Bitchy’s wrath

Her trigger finger now itchin’, the nerves in it were twitchin’
She wanted to rid the world of this felonious fool
But a small part of her inside still wanted to abide
By her folks’ teachings about the Golden Rule

She let the weasel free after his sudden urge to pee
The disgust upon her face was evident
And as he kissed the ground there came another sound
One that Ms. Bitchy thought was heaven-sent

On a modern metal horse, on the most direct course
Her Alpha came chargin’ on his Harley sounding like thunder
The last two drunks, no better than punks
Had premonitions of waking up six-feet under

They chose to beat-feet in a hasty retreat
But they could not outrun the Mad Wolf ridin’ a hog
With no thoughts to coddle he twisted the throttle
And ran over their asses, leavin’ them bloodied and dazed in a fog

No more threat in the air, her protector now there
Ms. Bitchy transformed back to obedient Kat
Exhibiting her charms she jumped in Daddy’s arms
Wrapped her legs around his waist and that-was-that


While giving him a hug she remembered the plug
And whispered her urgent needs in Daddy’s ear
Off they did go, home to complete the show
Ending with multiple orgasms while Daddy fucked her rear

Ms. Bitchy has her place, but not in Daddy’s face,
Kat treasures her position under Daddy’s lovin’ but firm rule
So Ms. Bitchy stays out of sight till a circumstance with fright
Allows her loose with Daddy’s blessing, with a fuckin’ adrenaline rush that’s cool

The moral of the story is, if you’ve got an urge to shoot your jizz
Jack-off and whack-off or go pay a whore
Cuz’ Kat loves only Daddy, and Daddy only loves Kat
And Ms. Bitchy and Alpha will leave anyone uninvited bloody and sore
(the ever lovin’ end)