Guilty of Lust in the 1st Degree

We have sessions quite traditional and ordinary

Using hugs and kisses, caresses, and missionary

But truth be told

It truly gets old

So with sex we change it, rearrange it, and often vary

 

If your sex life is in danger of being too nice

Just change the recipe and add some spice

Get out of the rut

Fuck her hard like a slut

And tell her she’s worth twice the price

 

Have date nights where you charm her to score

Then unshackle your passion and let it soar

You’ve built the trust

Now set free the lust

Love her like a wife, but fuck her like a whore

 

As a Dom you should love, like, and lust her

And always earn the right to be called “Sir”

Want to hear her scream?

Spread her cheeks and ream

Then fuck her ass hard like a real Master

 

I’ve allowed my sub to start when acting coy

She often kneels and offers a belt as her ploy

I politely do “Thank”

Then give her a good spank

Knowing she wants to be used like a fuck toy

 

There are times when you let her simply suck you

You can change it up by face fucking her too

Then cum on her face

For a change of pace

But without the cock whipping—don’t be cruel

 

If you want your sub submitting willingly

Fulfill her darkest desires orgasmically

Do what it takes

So she quivers and quakes

Stay guilty of lust in the 1st degree

Sessions

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He toys with her like a cat and mouse

But with a far more pleasurable end

Delaying tactics for arousal

For anticipation

But so much more

To give her time to think

Using time like a tool

Tick-tock…tick-tock

Second-by-second

Sense-by-sense

Thought by agonizing thought

Stripping away fortified layers

Baring more than she’s ever bared

Exposing herself more internally

Than her naked flesh could ever allow

Because it is His will…she obeys

She’s made a commitment

A relationship contract

He’s been true to His word

She will be true to hers

He always has her best interest at heart

In mind…in soul…in body

So she submits…accepts…obeys

And always will

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She is His to do with as He chooses

His commands…her obedience

His voice…her response

He’s loving, but firm

Controlling, but kind

She gives up responsibility

Has her wants and needs met

Is protected and safe

She had often thought

The lustful look in His eyes

Would embarrass her

When every inch of her

Is on display

For His inspection

But she quickly discovered

She craves His gaze

As if touched by it

His intense focus ignites her lust

Causes her to burn with passion

To smolder with wanton desire

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It is His words

Delivered in a baritone

That has always caught her by surprise

When used in conjunction with time

Tools He wields with mastery

She is laid bare to the marrow

To the depths of her emotions

To the very center of her soul

Improper coping mechanisms

Learned as a child

Give way to the positive reinforcement

Of His commanding presence

As He guides her

Leads her

Sometimes pushes…pulls…

And even carries her

Along the healing path

So she willingly endures

Second-after-second of sensory overload

Minute-after-minute of mental introspection

Hour-after-hour of pain and pleasure-filled passions

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And positive reinforcement

In session-after-session of self-satisfying

Enlightening…soul-searching

Because she’s never felt so alive

So free

In touch with her true self

Free just to be

No masks

No walls

No excuses

The Perfect Crime

Oh, the agony
Still in my prime
Covered in grit and grime
What a despicable crime… caper… case
Corruption… disruption… depravity
Someone opened up my chest cavity
And stole my heart

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I feel so violated
What am I to do?
I haven’t got a clue
Who could be so evil… immoral… felonious?
It makes me so furious
That people can be so nefarious
And do such deeds

But as I ponder
Something about this is wrong
I still feel strong
If it’s an infraction…malefaction…malfeasance
By a deplorable villain
That possibly needs killin’
Why do I live?

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But there is no blood
Was I merely asleep
When into my room did creep
The suspect with prospect of fleecing my heart?
I start to chill
Cuz’ time will tell
More of the truth

As time marches on
Cobwebs disappear
Memories become clear
Where outrage resides…anger subsides…rethinking
That which I thought shady
Has to do with a lady
And what a dame!

Beauty and brains
She dressed the part
Quickly captured my heart
Lovin’ and lustin’…submissive…not ball-bustin’
Obedient, yet playfully freaky
Rump roast, spankable and cheeky
Tight as a vice!

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Kat the cat burglar
The woman of my dreams
With no scandalous schemes
Stole my heart with affection…not misdirection
For my heart, she I now possess
In a lifestyle called D/s
A twist of fate

Kat the cat burglar
Pilfered the perfect treasure
One that will give her pleasure
It will cherish and adore her…never deplore her
And the “victim” now wants it left in her possession
No P.D. called; and forever shared at his discretion
The perfect crime!

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Wishes: a free form fable

I found a bottle on the beach

It had a dusty musty smell

It looked as if it had been there forever and a day

“What the hell,” I said

I’ll clean it up and see if it has a story to tell

Perhaps it has something good to say

I grabbed a rag and rubbed its shaft

Now, perhaps you think me daft

But it shuddered and grew an inch or two

“What the hell,” I said again

This bottle acts like I’m more than a friend

But I kept rubbing it just the same

Black, blue, green, red

An inch of growth with each new hue

Some kind of mood glass varying emotions

And sure enough…when I’m thinking it can’t get more surreal

Out popped its cork

And it burped some froth and foam that smelled much like the sea

Or perhaps merely fishy

Yet one more surprise caught my eyes

The bottle belched

Perhaps it farted

I do not know for sure

But what came out I soon would learn has no known earthly cure

A sad sack genie if ever I’d seen one

He had no compassion

Nor any fashion

He looked and smelled like a garbage dump

And Grumpy could have been his name

For he did not give away wishes

You had to win a bet

He’d give me three wishes if I could wish once and find true happiness

But if I failed no wishes would I get

Just a bottle of my own to reside in

And if I did not play his game

My outcome would be the same, he said

And he’d wreak havoc on humankind just for spite

Perhaps he tried to scare me

But in truth he only dared me

And I double-dog dare anyone to do that to me and win

I’m as crazy as they come

I take dares just for fun

And it’s going to be a pleasure to pop this genie back in the bottle

“Don’t act so cocky you cocky little shit,” the genie said quite smug

“I have a collection of bottled souls who thought they’d beat me quick”

You dickless wonder, I replied, beating bullies is my drug

I’ll send you back to your glass cell

And I’ll have bragging rights to tell the world about your crazy scheme

Tempting humans with your wishes

Destroying human dreams

“Idle threats,” the genie said, “No one’s ever bested me”

“Make your play

Make your wish

Forever my slave you’ll be”

I stepped up to him, nose-to-nose

I knew what wish to make

Each morning I wish to kiss between my lover’s thighs

Make her shiver and shake, and lick her morning dew

And be able to envision all that she dreamed of us throughout the night

So I can know of her love for me and all she truly desires

Then spark the passion fires

For bringing my love true happiness creates it in me as well

And I’ll need nothing else

So be gone you foolish genie

And take your worthless wishes back to your bottled hell

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Bloodlust

He slid onto the bar stool beside her and flashed his most engaging grin, knowing the effect it had on women. Dazzling white teeth coupled with a tanned, handsome—but not too handsome—face, tall, muscular-but-lean body clothed in a perfectly-fitting Armani suit as black as sin. He was every woman’s dream.

She said, “Don’t get too close.”

He said, “Why…you don’t bite, do you?”

She sipped the drink he’d bought her. “I might.” Her cool, gray eyes met his over the rim of the glass, laughter dancing inside storm clouds. She licked salt from her full, red lips.

“And I just might like it.” He bent his head, and moved in close, letting her catch a hint of his expensive, musky aftershave.

She leaned away and their eyes made contact again. Swirls of darkness ebbed and flowed inside the gray. He’d never seen eyes like hers; they excited him even though no blood smeared her body.

She said, “There’s no might about it.”

Her lips parted in a smile that left him breathless. And he wanted her. Badly. He wanted to tangle his fingers in the mass of curly, blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. Wanted to bury his face in the cleavage of her tight, scarlet dress and breathe in her scent. Wanted to run his hands up her shapely thighs and rip off her panties. He wanted to do everything imaginable to her—but kill her. Not yet.

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