I’ll abuse myself for You

I love how my words can reach out and touch you – even from afar. But your sexy, presence, with that black hair like midnight silk, and beautiful skin is making me want to touch you so much more. 😉 I want to keep you wide awake all night, making you feel every delicious shiver and spark I can send your way. Ready to get tangled in this? (and I miss the UK so much)

Oh yes, I wanted to seduce you with my words and passion so if I succeeded then that gets me excited. This poem is only the opening act; there’s so much more intense passion, desire, and dark fantasies too. If you’re ready to be teased and tangled in that, I’m more than happy to keep you there. Care to dive deeper?

I can’t help it, I do believe in leaving a lasting impression… especially the kind you feel in the bones long after the moment’s passed. If you loved that, just know – I haven’t even gotten to the part where I whisper your name like a promise and make the pages blush yet. But maybe it’s coming. (so to speak * naughty look *)

Oh, now that sounds like a trip I’d pack heavy for – just ropes, a blindfold, and a wicked little smile.
BDSM for a vacation and a lifetime? You clearly know how to mix indulgence with devotion… and I have to admit, that kind of commitment deserves more than just a tease.

So thank you for the BIG LIKE but be careful. Encouraging me only guarantees the next piece will go deeper… and leave more than a few marks.

Mmm… a full week? Now that’s a dangerous amount of time to lose yourself completely – stripped of restraint, surrendered to every dark craving that begs to be fed.

Exquisite aftercare, yes… soft touches over skin that’s been claimed, kissed, and broken open in all the right ways. But then? Back to the edge. Back to the ache. Back to where moans turn into confessions and bruises into poetry.

Pinned to the wall? that’s foreplay.
I write in ropes while gagging for it, where wrists are trembling prayers against cold brick,
and each word is a whisper laced in command. Your commands.
When I craft a line, it binds me…
So if the poetry made you want to pin me…
just imagine what the unwritten parts are doing to me. 😈

Oh my… such a naughty comment – do you always talk like that, or am I just bringing out your more… persuasive side? 😳

You say keep them cumming like it’s a challenge, but now I’m biting my lip, wondering what you guys would have me write next… or maybe how you’d have me say it.

And if you guys are going to tease me, I hope you’re ready to take responsibility – because good girls follow orders, but bad ones? Well… inspire poems. 😈 haha

Well hello, sweet artist… 🌼
You do realize you just stepped into something a little more dangerous than daisies, right?

Call me sweet again, and I just might have to prove how wicked I can be when someone nice like you tempts me with softness.

Careful – I bite… but I promise, it’s the kind of pain you’ll want to paint about later. 🎨😈

Aww, de-fucking-licious? You sure know how to make a girl squirm… 😳
But if I’m the meal, are you planning to savor me… or devour me like the starving tease you are?

Because I could behave… sit pretty, beg, and let you take your time with every bite…
But where’s the fun in that? 😈

I might wiggle, pout, maybe even gasp talk back a little, just to see how far you’d go to put me in my place. haha

Queen? Ooh… careful, you’re gonna make me blush and misbehave big time. 😳
I am writing new… letting some filthy little thoughts out to play as usual. haha But they have to be tamed for posting or else I would be burned at the stake. ugh!
But if you’re curious, maybe you should come a little closer and ask dominantly… I would kneel for the right questions. 😈

Ohhh… stilettos and a flogger? You really know how to make a girl melt and tremble at the same time DK.
If my words are getting you that worked up… maybe next time, you should read them to me, with your heel pressed right against my thigh.
And if you’re angry down there… well, maybe I’ve been very naughty and need to be punished for it. 😈
How hard do you play when someone begs just right?

Mmm… too hot to handle? You should definitely use both hands and I will tend to the burns. 🔥
And that line… “I’ll abuse myself for you” sometimes it slips out when the craving’s just too deep to hide. You caught a glimpse… but trust me, there’s so much more behind that little peephole.
Careful how close you lean in – you might find yourself addicted to the darkness. 😈

Mmm… guilty as charged, I do love stroking the right egos… especially the ones that know how to use a firm hand.
But tell me, if that line got to you…
what would you do if I whispered it in your ear; on my knees, eyes full of need, just begging to be shown how it’s really done?
It’s so good to be seen by someone who knows how to handle heat. 😏

Mmm… you really know how to make a girl feel seen… and totally wicked too. 😏
If I’m doing it right, it’s only because I’ve got the naughtiest friends inspiring me to go there, deeper.

So keep saying it, DC; especially when I’m on my knees, pen in one hand, sinful thoughts dripping from the other. 💋
I’ll keep writing if you keep watching. Deal?

Finally, huh? Were you getting impatient… or just craving another taste of that brutal little spiral I want to pull you into?

A brutal trance, though? Mmm… I do love knowing my words can leave marks.
Careful… keep applauding like that, and I might just take a bow – right over your lap. haha 😈

Mmm, now that’s a comment that will make a girl misbehave so much harder. 😈 I love that you caught the heat, the sweat, the sin… and oh, if that had you in a trance, you definitely know we speak the same language. I write for you – for the way you feel every word, every heatwave behind them. I love that you feel no one does it like me… because it’s all meant to draw you in closer, where nothing else exists but our shared craving. Brutal kisses, delicious wickedness, and no chance of being cold or lonely; just bound by temptation and begging for more.🔥

Mmm… I love knowing my words had that kind of effect on you… it makes me want to kneel at your feet and whisper every line again, slower this time, just for you. If my poem kept you on fire, imagine what I’d do with your hands on my hips and your voice telling me exactly how you want me… I’d be yours to take – aching, obedient, and desperate to please. 🔥🥀

Mm, I knew you’d feel the sting beneath the syllables… some pleasures demand pain, and some desires deserve to be dragged out slowly, until they beg. I’m thrilled you’re watching, Wally. But be careful… the deeper you follow my words, the harder it’ll be to crawl back out. Or maybe that’s exactly what I want? 🔥

Mmm… I do love knowing my words linger like a whisper against your skin.
If they keep you excited and alive, just imagine what I haven’t written yet.
Careful now – I might start writing just to hear you breathe.

With a wicked little smile,
Kristina