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Read MoreThen Meg paused as she gazed into Daniel's blue eyes pleading, "I hope you have something to soothe the pain, baby." Then she playfully nugded her nose against his, then leaned in for a kiss but playfully...
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Oh that’s hott. Wait till tomorrow for part four, more action in the parking lot under the lightning storm hehe. And you gave me an idea in your comment about my next short story.
Maybe I should have tasted more of yoy on my finger! Surprise coming!
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Read MoreLike Someone's PetquaternChained to this tree, like someone's pet I'm collared, naked, cold and wet My Mistress snuggles warm in bed To please her stud and give him headOnce wealthy, now I'm cursed to be Chained to this tree,...
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Oh, this was good – and formal poetry no less! Wow! I’m impressed.
I’m very familiar with cucking. I tie my hubby to a chair and make him watch.
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Well thanks!
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Nicely done… love the repetition… a nagging reminder…
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Read MoreA fierce and dreadful mistress you can beYou force your will upon me, wielding painNonetheless, I love you! Oh, my queen!In your sadistic keep, yet, I remainYour torture play is keen to hone my mindThe carnal tension far exceeds...
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Well yeah, let me get out my leather and be right back, Reggie.
Get that Mallard out of here!(I’m a fan of Sonnets as well)
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Some “birds” I like more than others…
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Read MoreThe Mallard a story, in verse,with my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe,and to anyone with a fetish for popcorn, or spinsters, or ducks! Once upon a May’s day, cheery, as I pondered, gay but wearyWeary from the din of ducks amassing...
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Read MoreSome say that tears, when shed, are healing Why don't I feel healed then I can tell you why But will you accept the truth Accepting responsibility and showing that you understand Are the steps to move forward There is a problem here Deep rooted Like an old...
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Superb
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Thank you, Thomas 😊
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Love your spacing… very effective emphasis. Second person narrative is such a powerful literary POV, and you’ve taken full advantage. The conversational tone reflects the overwhelming effort to maintain control. The piece is as much about self as it is situational management, and I think the limited information provided makes it all the more relatable.
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Thank you for letting me know that this is a relatable piece. It is not always easy to publish something that you second-guess yourself about. I really appreciate it, DK;))
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You’re right, and it’s important to defer the temptation of providing too much information. Poetry is frequently vague. That’s what makes it beautiful.
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Thank you, Wil;))l
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Powerfully penned, Fia. There is venom in those words my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian 😊
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Heavy! Like this a lot.
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Thank you, Keith 😊
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This is incredibly raw and honest. The way you describe the tears as rage, not sorrow, feels so real. Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you for reading this. Poemstar
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That’s a lot of action for a parking lot, babe!
I have to tell you that I LOVE sweaty sex. One of my favorite memories is losing power during a thunderstorm and getting fucked in the bedroom with the window up… rain pouring in on the carpet, but we just didn’t care. It was hot and humid as shit. No air conditioning. No fans. Soaking the bed in perspiration. Glistening. Banging like animals.
And your finger has been up my ass for a while. Maybe you better suck it clean.