Awe, thank you, Danny. Curiously, there are not a lot of ‘story’ writers or readers here. I’m guessing it’s because the majority of the membership seems to be transplanted from DUP… which is fine by me. I usually prefer poetry over prose, but most writing sites cater to prose. I’m good with 50/50, and I’m sure that’s the vision.

If there’s ever been a confessional, this is kind of it. What can you really say.

Thanks for reading, Danny!

Wow, that’s all I can ask. Thanks for reading, Fia!

I am so glad you think so, Keith. Thanks for reading my story!

I’m all about bringing good things to life, Thomas. I’m so glad you’re holding my hand.

John, that’s such an amazing comment from a talented writer like you. Thank you. I’m so glad you’re enjoying my stories and following me!

I’m glad you like it, Peter. It’s on the rough side, but I muffle the aggression with the surprise at the end.
My nom de plume was actually given to me in a story several years ago on a terminated erotica site called BooksieSilk. I frequently wrote stories back and forth to this person. In one of her stories about me, I arrived at her house soaked from a thunderstorm. She took me upstairs to the bath and undressed me in front of the mirror, describing me as a ‘damp kitten’. The name stuck.

Occasionally, I get into some extremely rough writing. You might be pleased to know that I date a female dom who works at my clinic and is an expert in mixed martial arts. (Yes, I’m married. My hubby knows all about it.) She likes to use me as practice material, and I love for her to beat the shit out of me. My husband watches. It makes him hard. I actually follow her to competitive MMA matches for amateurs, and it turns me on massively to watch her kick another girl’s ass in the ring. She often fucks me in the parking lot between matches and leaves me a mess in the back of my jeep, sometimes rolling down the windows so people can easily look inside. She once placed all my clothes on the hood, so I had to go outside naked to retrieve them.

I’m so glad, Reggie! Thank you for following me!

xoxoxo

Bad Uncle, huh?
Did you read or watch the movie, “Red Sparrow”??? It’s the Russian spy flick where they train women to seduce the enemy. The movie stars Jennifer Lawrence and, while the plot is not well delivered by cinema, the erotic scenes are hot. I think it’s her ‘bad uncle’ from the KGB that pulls her into this ‘occupation’ after an injury at the dance studio where she was poised to become a successful ballerina.

In any event, Jennifer undergoes quite a lovely interrogation at one point. If you haven’t seen it, I’m sure you’d like it.

Glad you like it, Daniel. Thanks for telling me!

xoxo

Uh oh… Now, don’t be jealous, Peter. Sometimes these poems come spontaneously when writers give me ideas. You just never know when I’ll squirt you with a dollop of unanticipated deliciousness. Keep your lips pursed and your tongue ready. No towels allowed.

Up with the dicky and make everything sticky. That’s what I always say, Damian. How’s your lollipop?

You sure you don’t want to stick around for another?

You were right in your comment on my poem. This is the kind of flavour I have been looking for. Hehehe

Ice Cream is so sensual… and I love the variety.
Thanks for stopping by the shop, Fia. Whipped cream is in the back, and there’s a special today on sprinkles.

Next time it’s a banana split, Poetspeak. Extra whipped cream.

So, what’s your favorite flavor, M.E.?

A hot and lonesome summer day. “)
Thank you, Fia!

Yeah. I am sorry you can relate to this. Thanks, willlow for reading! “)

Thank you brother! Highly appreciated! “)

Bubble gum flavour id gross! I disagree. But hearing of cotton candy green seedless grapes, I think you are right about the bubble gum flavour in there. Hahaha.

Lol. I saw your poem after our fellow poet: visions_of_insanity’s recommendation for ice cream. It ended up another type of ice cream. Lol

No. But I liked the reference. I had another poem that I have lost, where I referenced Nirvana’s Smells like teen spirit.
Mosquito’s wings here symbolize inferiority. For their tiny wings comparing with flies. Idk why it came to my mind. But I used it.

I didn’t know about the contest. The setting of this poem is in a cafe but the themes has nothing to do with coffee.

I don’t remember this scene. I think I’ll rewatch it one day.

Thank you for reading and for the comments, DK. “)

Thank you, Thomas! “)

Mosquito wings comes with mosquito responsiblities. The limitless ability of sucking. Hahaha

Thank you, DK! “)

Thank you Jacob! Appreciated. “)

I’m glad you like that, Damian. Look for my number in your bathroom…

xoxo

If that was my picture, I would never confirm it.
But those ARE my Elvis glasses.

xoxo

Then ROCK me, baby..

I have something for you to taste, and it’s not in a bottle…

Awe, you know you want to punish me.
And I’m sooo ready…

If only what? You had a belt?
Just use your hand, baby.