A Magic Word

I often wish for a magic word. One that would tell you.
That I want to be touched, tamed.
Built from experience. Designed for practice

I often wish for a magic word. One that would tell you.
That I want to be touched, tamed.

Rub-a-dub-dub, a lady in the tub, breasts atop the waves. Her hands are bound, behind her crown, and there her arms will stay.

Once tied for his pleasure, a calmness set in,
I heard, “submit and surrender,”
Come from within.

I offer my hand and gift it to you, with the hope that you will lead the way. That I may walk beside you, my head held high, ...

A Poem about Kinky Shenanigan's

I don"t know why I bother, it's not like they'll be seen.
He just wraps his fingers around them, and rips them at the seams.

Born with a Kink
Erotic Poetry by Llewtrah
2002
Photo by Mrsk ©LifeofaKinkyWife

“Just tell me the truth”, she said as I lied. My shame was written on my behind.
She spanked and she pinched, she tore at my skin, but the truth was not easy, laced in sin.