Noughties by Katie

  A submissive's Dominant. you say, 'your Dominant is tolerant' I say, 'your tolerant Dominant sounds like a submissive in training.' a Dominant should be assertive assertive like the crop cracking the submissive's flesh a submissive should be prepared prepared for the Dominant's lust-filled release a Dominant should learn control control over the submissive's urges a submissive should be ready ready to play what the Dominant chooses a Dominant should be demanding demanding of the submissive's essence a submissive should be willing willing to walk the line of pain and pleasure I say these words and of course I kid I know a Dominant and submissive switch It's a favourite game of mine to play I'll be the Dominant and you be the prey. Written By Katie Clarke

  Eloise. My desire for pleasure feasts on her fear so I’m fucking her cunt till it's raw as deviant thoughts of humiliation moisten my thighs taking my time to collect every last drop as I squeeze her clit with inspiring teeth making her scream for more now I know my time has come sexual fear on the hunt when she screams with delight I slip out the knife one slash of the throat and it's done I bathe in her blood as it sticks to my physique  serving the need for orgasm, in my erotic style.

  Jokers Kiss. His superficial bone sings a lustful protest ballads of self-confidence as her sweat meets his skin supporting friction between the sheets, stalking songs of passion, as his fingers slick the mounds of her flesh communicating longing as he plucks the peaks soothing hearts with tender kisses, her erotic determination curved by his provocative talent licking excitement to every nerve gripping with animalistic bliss, shaping their lust to a triumphant win.

  Spanking As the paddle swings, my pleasures pain releases setting my sins free Strike one I'm all good, flushed skin controls the honey in a hive of seamless fantasy Strike two I'm still okay, ass blushed, gives me a rush my heart gets spiked with flowers Strike three I wish it harder, tinted backside chooses my fixation causing my desire to kiss the sky Strike four I'm alright, glowing bums set fire to the night brightening the path for our intimacy Strike five I'm alive, reddened flesh recites a picture as my hunger for your body sings Scriptures of devoted passion walking the line between pain and pleasure.

  Flogger. Leather-bound with knots at the ends The flogger is my friend Licking pain from inside  Helping me be free Crushing my anxiety  Savouring the movement  As it glides across the body. Leather bound with knots at the ends The flogger is my lover Flicking desire from within  Creating my freedom  Brushing away reality  Supporting the longing For Strikes upon the skin.

Nature. Your balance of nature is only in your control embracing hot determination  seducing the storm of the night as rain speeds upon supple mounds of excited forest clouds strong and stiff stationed above poke thunder generously between pockets of wildness as winds of expectations serve firm aspirations  while rivers of lightning shine setting fires within snow mountains embedding desire in the earth watch fields of pleasure grow Sacrifice want for need in confines of animalistic situations swim amongst the trees lighting rivers of wildfire  within the groves of yearning  voices carrying invitations of torment  when soundless moans crave the soil of free waters confirmation stands in oceans of footsteps inspiring march on roads seeded with lust and tarnished in seductive passion ambition outweighs the clouds sailing through excitement  as thunder clashes with nature roaring angels to unexpected spirals firming desire and rounding the shadows

  The flame within you calls to me Warming up my soul The sexual look on your face Igniting my own Send my body yearning As you caress my naked flesh, Do you want me as your Domme tonight Or your kitten instead? The desire within me sings to you Sweet, sensual songs, Longing to be licked and sucked With that delicious tongue, I’ll take you as my Master Or I’ll take you as my slave Tell me what you want So we can misbehave.

  The primitive traits we inherited as primates,  instinctively says screw it or kill it, it takes commitment to learn the rest,  like faith and common sense,  those that learn these traits, suffer more than most, they understand that the people in power,  are the vilest deceivers of all. You let the rich get richer & the poor get poorer, without batting an eye? You lie, you cheat, you lack empathy, come on, let's say it together, narcissistic tendencies?  tell us, how do you sleep at night? Is it with a smile on your face because you only care about yourself? You have to have a licence to watch TV, here’s a big screw you! I don’t watch live TV, they enable this pathetic show we call the present day, putting dirty people on our screens, take money off poor families. Smile and say, ‘You watch your cake shows’ while we mess up this land and tell you how to live, ‘Here watch this show about dancers’ while we pass this law you didn’t want, or even know exis...

  Pale Winter part 2 - Destiny Dance.    He was just as foul and deviant as his father, Alyssa thought as she wiped his spit and semen from her lips and chin as she gracefully rose from the cupboard floor. Alistair Spencer was a fat, greasy, foul smelling pervert. She'd weighed him up within minutes of meeting him as he "gave her the tour" at his father's request.  Seducing him was pure simplicity, a few buttons undone, pressing her legs to his as they sat in the canteen, her hand briefly resting on his immense thigh. Smiling as he bumped up against her time and time again. Fluttering her eyes as he brushed his arm against her tits.  She'd leaned in close, her voice hot in his ear.  "Call me Lyssa...."  For hours she engaged him in small-talk, flirting with him and laughing at his tasteless jokes as they walked the campus, encouraging him and cajoling him into bolder and bolder thought and deed. By the time they returned to the main building they were ...