pain poetry,,not sure of author.

Suspended before you
flesh laid bare to your sight
my body open to your touch
limpid pools of smouldering lust
rendered blind by your design

flesh tingling
feeling you near
hearing your breathing
sensing your desires
our hearts beating in time

the warmth of your fingers tracing my spine
trembling with need
a whispered plea
"please Master"

body straining against it’s bonds
reaching
searching
aching
craving
giving
taking
flames of desire raging higher

an erotic journey has begun
travel to a dream realm
fantasy becomes reality
reality fades from view
a pasture of decadent pleasures

mind closing down
reasoning gone
agonizing anticipation
a whistle filling my ears
a crop slicing the air
body swaying to meet it’s caress
leather bites tender flesh
raising welts with each kiss
leaving burning patches behind

two hearts beating as one
crop dancing in time
building a bonfire of need
flames raging hotter and hotter
searing my mind with animalistic desires
"yes! Master!" my mind cries
with each sharp bite
needs raging beyond my control
freeing my soul
to fly on wings of passion
through clouds of sweet pain

conscious thought lost
left floating through the raging sea of lust
free of my own body
ears deaf to my own cries
soaring ever higher

my entire being focused on you
as I dine upon forbidden fruit of lust
feeling you devouring my flesh

seeing nothing
save you

hearing nothing
save your voice

knowing nothing
save sweet pain that is your pleasure

wanting nothing
save satisfying you

screams torn from my throat
music to even my ears
lost as I am
surrounded only by you
my heart beating solely for you

darkness closes in
I know nothing
but this peace within

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Spurs 1 ac milan 0 lol

Role play..forced or kidnap

Consensual fantasy play staged by partners who act out physical struggle, capture and intimidation of one or more sexual partners. To intensify the experience, costumes such as police or military uniforms  are often used (Nazi dress being a favourite). Bondage equipment such as rope, thumbcuffs, handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, tape and similar gear are also very popular in abduction play.

Crops canes whips to your hearts content.

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A well recommended site and no im not on commission  ..lol

Hidden poems..writings...

The finding suggests that what we think of as high art and low art was being packaged, sold and read together in the 18th Century – and raises questions about whether the popularity of other bestselling books might have different explanations.
Dr van Hensbergen said: ‘I had just finished entering details of poems typical of miscellanies of the period- satires, imitations and amatory verse, when at the end of the second volume a new title page announced the start of ‘The Cabinet of Love’.

‘To my surprise, ‘The Cabinet’ turned out to be a collection of pornographic verse about dildos. The poems include ‘Dildoides’, a poem attributed to Samuel Butler about the public burning of French-imported dildos, ‘The Delights of Venus’, a poem in which a married woman gives her younger friend an explicit account of the joys of sex, and ‘The Discovery’, a poem about a man watching a woman in bed while hiding under a table.i wonder what would have been made of them 100 years ago interesting

14 TH Feb

Well im sure you will write something girlie ,so i  BEAT ya too it so here your valentines kiss ,shame it s a leather strap cross ways across your little rosy red cheeks ..picture enclosed for your perousal ..xxx

Train of life.

Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don’t concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what’s coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It's all right to remember,
That’s part of history,
But up front's where it’s happening,
There’s so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.

It’s searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!