Somehow, every Thursday
it’s always the same,
my husband in the corner
screaming my name,
tied up in a chair, pathetic and nude.
He’s soft, and he’s small. I’m wet,
and I’m crude.
Black stallion from the precinct
in a pressed uniform
unzipping and stripping
the clothes that I’ve worn
on my way to the grocery.
My ice cream is soup.
He pulls off his belt,
slips my neck through the loop,
This guy is quite handsome
with muscular thighs,
and the pistol he’s packing
is a footlong surprise,
so thick and distinguished,
veins bulging and blue.
“Lean over the table.
I’ll rip you in two.”
I try to resist,
but he’s strong as a bull.
His black cock is throbbing.
His huge balls look full.
He pushes me over,
spreads my legs with a kick,
splits my pretty pink pussy
with his milk chocolate dick.
“I’m so sorry, Officer,
for speeding through town.”
He jerks on the belt
till I can’t make a sound.
All I hear is the smack
of his sack on my hood.
I’m gasping for air!
He’s choking me good.
“I’ll teach you a lesson
all white girls should learn.”
The room’s growing darker.
I’m fraught with concern.
He pinches the berries
on the peaks of my breasts
and scrambles my eggs
as he peppers my nest
with spatters of gravy.
It’s creamy and hot.
He dumps his big load
in my credit card slot.
My husband is forced
to eat the cop’s cum
from the tip of my clit
up the crack in my bum.
“Lick it up like a cuck,”
the policeman insists.
He tugs the belt tighter
and cuffs both my wrists.
The lights are all fading.
I’m bucking for breath.
This cop’s gonna strangle
my white ass to death.
My hubby is licking
my pussy so well.
I’m just about dead,
and he can’t even tell.
It’s true what they say.
If you come as you die,
you squirt like a bitch
when your soul starts to fly.
I sink in a cloud.
I can still feel his rod.
His black shaft is pumping
me closer to God.
There’s a tap on the window.
I’m nudged wide awake.
Just slow it down ma’am.
I’ll give you a break.
Great write and surprising end.You do have nice fantasies.
Any reason you chose DampKitten as your nom de plume ?
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.
And here was me thinking DampKitten was born in something more than a thunderstorm.
Nope… Just raindrops, thunder, and lightning.
A violent, sexually deviant poem that expands my lust for anything kinky. “Pinching the berries” Never heard that term before. I like it. Maybe in my next poem I’ll talk about slicing off those berries and having the girl eat one while I eat the other.
Awesome piece my friend. xo
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.
Now that’s hardcore! DAMN! This girl sounds like a one woman army. FUCK! As long as she doesn’t beat the shit out of you where your face is all busted up. Leaving your clothes on the hood is one thing, placing them in a fast food joint is another. I can picture you walking into McDonalds stark naked after getting fucked looking for your clothes. Sitting, eating their fish filet is some religious, baptist family who don’t take to kindly sex or any nakedness. They start waving their hands up to the heavens screaming and carrying on. They get out of their seats and begin throwing their food at ya. Little Willie looks at you and smiles. His first hard-on.
Poetspeak & I need to make a trip down to Mississippi.
Bring it down here, baby.
Ashley isn’t going to put me at risk to be arrested… but she does some risky shit. She’s not opposed to showing me off as her bitch. I’m not opposed to being owned and a little abused. Nothing facial. She stripes my ass not infrequently.
Wild ride. Hey if it gets you off then right on sister! Live free, cum hard!
A BDSM story in verse! My favorite genre!
I’m so glad, Reggie! Thank you for following me!
xoxoxo
I’ve got a belt like that
Ironically it never holds my pants up
Book her
I’ll be there soon to interrogate
BAD UNCLE LIKE
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.
I don’t know who’s storytelling is naughtier hehe 😉 again, great write.
Glad you like it, Daniel. Thanks for telling me!
xoxo
I smile my ass off when I read you.
Don’t lose that ass, Mary. It’s my wonderland.
It is juicy, that’s for sure….
I can make it juicier