Lesson to Learn

(Lesbian Spanking)


The curve of her ass appeals
So soft and round with delight
The joy I feel reveals
Under my hands I squeeze
“Your ass is mine tonight.”

Your eyes so soft gaze
Up into the brown of mine
“Make me squeal.” you beg.
My answer, a grin I give,
“It would be my delight.”

Our lips they touch soft
Then hard hunger escapes
I bite and pull
Your tongue it snakes looking
For mine
We moan.

Over my knee I lead you there
The swell of your ass bare in the air
Bare hand or paddle I ponder
As you breast press against my leg
You wiggle and whimper
Your eyes they beg

“Should I risk my nails?” 
I ask in mock disdain
Though the heat that flows from between my legs
I’m sure you feel 

“A paddle for sure would make me squeal”
Tsk. Tsk. 
Question, not asked for your answer
This you know.
Not your first rodeo.

“Go get the gag.”
Your eyes wide with fright
Or is that merely merriment and delight?
You kneel between my legs
Your back to my front
Head high with anticipation,
Proud submission 

The curve of back is such a seductive delight
My painted nail drags between your shoulder blade
My breath a whisper in your ear 
I clasp the gag
“Your ass is mine
My dear delight
To turn pink
Then red so bright.”

Now over my knee
I direct again
My hand it is
Though paddle is close at hand

A soft caress of your soft behind
So round and plump
So proud and divine

One squeeze then two before
A smack!  Then three!
The blush of heat 
Rises degree by degree

Your moans muffled as your ass you raise
Your desire for more belies your pain
Give to me what is mine by right
The right of wrongs done in anticipation
Of correction

My hand finds your flesh
The sound 
A hymn we both praise

Wetness builds between my legs
With each strike and cry
The heat of your struck behind
Matches the heat of the furnace between my legs
Waiting to be stroked,
Stoked, by your tongue

The heat burns too bright for my gentle hands to handle
My passion burns too hot to sit tight

Get up! On the bed!

I pull you off my lap, 
Soaked with our mixture of delight
To throw you face down 
Pressed into our place of rest
A den of debauchery 
Covered in 1000 thread count

Your ass, hot pink, hangs over the side
Paddle in hand
Swing and connect
Squeels elicit fly from your lips
Escape from your throat 
Cantillate my ears
Invoked by wood on cutis

What once was pink 
Now flames in red
Eyes once dry with worry
Flow in tears; rivers of relief
Desire once bundled within
Engulfs us, an inferno

My flesh no longer contained in cloth
Naked to the air
My hands grip your hips
I push labia dew covered
Onto the swell of your derriere
Our combined fires offer soothing fuel
Slick sheen glazes your honeyed buns
As guttural moans cry out

I need your sweet lips on me
Crawling onto our bed
I pull you into my delta of flame
Mouth released to feast
Fill me as you feed

Your tongue, your lips,
Your skill, your talent
Your passion, desire and love
Each swipe and lick
Each suck draws me in
Satisfying the hungry fire deep inside me

As you give all to me
I can feel myself burn and turn to ash
Floating as smoke upon our lover’s pyre
I release
And float away 

Laying in each other’s arms
Smiles and arms embrace
Gentle caress of fingers 

I hope you learned your lesson?

Oh yes
My Ass Is Yours
Always

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Ocean Fire’s Kiss

Photo by Ashwini Chaudhary(Monty) on Unsplash
Turn around, let me see 
The fire in your eyes
The double sun setting in the sea.
As I admire your curves 
Twists and turns
Driving full speed ahead.

An undeniable body language
Chemistry was conducted
Causing sparks between two souls 
wind high in their sails.
Waves crashed on land
Settling beneath our feet
Toes bury in water soaked sand 
Just as our lips are buried within each other.

Kisses wet with desire
Hold our breath captive 
Beneath the ocean of our love
On the shore I wait
Longing for the tide to return you to my arms.

Desire is the fire burning.
A wildfire blazing in the night.
On the shore water meets land
Steaming yet never quenched
Burning higher ever bright

Our bodies are set alight
Unable to control urges of pure delight
Willing to take a chance at intimate passion
We seek solace in each other’s eyes

Deeply
Seductively
Itching with temptation
Aching with anticipation

Let our lips kiss beneath the pale moon
As we embrace in a lovers flame

This was a collaboration between myself and @kitkatpoetess on Twitter. Follow her on Twitter for more fantastic poetry and fiction or check out her page at: https://katrinalippolis.weebly.com/

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Fornication’s Fire is a collection of 30 erotic poems that feature thoughts and actions dealing with fornication. An act of passion, desire, duty, even resignation. All aspects of sexual intercourse are looked at in this hot and fun collection of poems.

One Night Stands

I’ve never had a one night stand. I have a story that involves a one night stand. It’s an unexpected but not so unexpected one night stand. One night stands have had a reputation of being somewhat controversial; especially for women. The dichotomy of reactions is strange considering in a heterosexual relationship it takes a man and woman but nothing new about double standards there.

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay

A lot of the stigma about one night stands is the prudishness of sex in general and the taking advantage of expectations. If one person goes in knowing that there is no hope or desire for anything more than one night of sex and the other goes in thinking that there may be the opportunity for more then there is an obvious miscommunication at best at worst manipulation and exploitations.

 I can see the appeal on one hand. It’s a quick opportunity for sex. No emotional attachment, little to no (hopefully) repercussions. Get your rocks off your jillies and boom it’s done. No strings.  I rather like strings. lol  I also like to know a person before having sex. Would I have a one night stand? Probably. If the right circumstances presented themselves but more likely than not it wouldn’t happen.

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I can see why not on the other. You’re putting your body and emotions into an experience with someone you just met. Do you really know that person? Is it safe? This is sex in general though. Sex between two people is an exchange at it’s most base between two people’s bodies and emotions. Do you have to have that connection? Must you know them per se? No, I don’t think it’s a requirement for sex. For some yes, of course, for others no. It does not make one right or better than the other.

So what about the one night stand? Well, that is the thing. It’s a unique situation, as are most situations. Which makes it such a good fit for writing. You can deal with the emotional weight, or you can just have a purely physical action or the stigma and how they deal with it. It can be used to show your character’s personality or their relationships. So hurrah to the one night stand. Do so with your eyes open, honest communication and aware of potential conflicts. For us writers it’s a great devise.

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What to get a MILF on Mother’s Day?

Image by Omar Medina Films from Pixabay 

What to get a MILF on her special day? A box of chocolates cream filled so she’ll think of your special love or maybe roses covered with dew to show her what you’re thinking of? How can you show her that special feeling you have? The kind of love that says bend over and pull your panties down?

What a pity it is that Hallmark doesn’t have a card. To show the one you’re lusting for that you want to fill her up. Dinner won’t do it if you can’t make her dessert. A poem just isn’t flattery if you can’t put in a flirt. Nothing out there says “Happy Mother’s Day now take off that fucking skirt”.

What if your MILF has a kinky side? Do you get her whips with little pink bows tied? Can handcuffs say thanks for all that you have done in raising a daughter or son? Do you put her over your knee and spank her as she once might have done? Maybe you suspend her in that rope harness you made, while you sing her praises with your very own serenade?

Ahh what to get a MILF for a happy Mother’s day? Oh what is this? She’s come to me. She just wants to get laid!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE SEXY MOTHER’S OUT THERE WHO JUST WANT TO GET LAID! 😉😂

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Exist

Your petals so soft
They whisper my name
Full gold, expensive, exquisite,
Existing on another plane.
I long to visit
To show up at your door
Flower in hand
Flower in heart.

You,
My golden-toned Black beauty
More precious because of your shape
The sculpting of time and experience.
Stronger than other,
Yet a soft metal
Purified and enhanced
So that diamonds dare not sparkle
Too dimmed by your light.

In all of existence, there is none like you
The stars and planets and all their moons
No creature so fair, delicate, and true
All fade in comparison to you.
Hold you in my hand firm yet not too tight
Lest you prick me with thorns or burn my fingertips.

You are velvety lips and
Pillow soft kisses.
Heaven and Hell exists in the golden
Tones of your skin.
Breathing in your essence,
I live in the whispers of your
Past,
Praying to the moon
For a glimpse of our future.

Delicate petals of
Shimmering gold,
Your love is your
Armor and it
Makes you impenetrable
To the aches and pains of sorrow.

To speak your name,
Is to whisper a prayer.
Because, my beloved,
You are the sun.
The Universe,
And my Galaxy
And I worship at the
Feet of your existence.

Collaboration by
©AuthorStew
©KimVPoetry

Art: Matthew Encina

See the video she made here on the page where she posted the poem.

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Dating Is Hard

A couple siting at a bar the guy with a drink the woman with food in front of her.
Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay 

Dating is hard and kind of weird. Especially in the beginning. I’m married so I don’t date much hehehe but my characters do, my children and friends do and it hasn’t gotten any easier since I was doing it from what I’ve seen.

The whole meeting a person that you would want to go on a date with is near impossible if you have any sort of standards it seems. Are you attracted to that person physically, do they have a personality, can you live with said personality, are they even available, are they attracted to you? It’s a lot to overcome in a matter of minutes or even seconds when trying to approach someone for a date.

Couple holding hands over a small table. One drinking coffee the other tea. A cupcake on a small heart plate.
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay 

Sure there are apps now (back in my day you had to stalk and pounce lol *I’m kidding!*) but the apps are no better for dating than without. You still have all the questions of meeting a person it’s just now you have more choices and less non verbal clues. Also, now instead of just your general vicinity you have a whole city range. So add in distance into the dating equation, and don’t even get me started on long distance dating.

All of that is to say dating is not easy. So if you’re out there, good on you! The odds are stacked against you, people suck and oh yeah pandemic is still hanging around but look at you; going out there with your heart on your sleeve, or other clothing part 👀, and willing to give it your all, or at least a coffee on a Friday evening between 4:30 and 5:15 because I have a Pilates class I can’t miss.

I have a WIP (Work In Progress) that involves a couple of woman going on their first few dates. This story should appear on my site soon. Its a short story and I hope you’ll enjoy it. If you want to read some of my other stories you can check out the stories page here and my books here.