Limited Time Showing

Feels like
Tiny, evil gnomes
Are walking across the surface
Of my brain,
With diamond pickaxes,
And the tooth scraper
Instruments that those diabolical
Dentists
Use.
My
Head
Hurts and,
Sinuses
Can suck it.
 
Feels like
Tiny, evil gnomes
Are walking across the surface
Of my brain,
With diamond pickaxes,
And the tooth scraper
Instruments that those diabolical
Dentists
Use.
My
Head
Hurts and,
Sinuses
Can suck it.

Don't you just love when the gremlins start doing river dance in ice cleats in your head?
I hope you feel better soon.
 
Sometimes I revert
To couplets and triplets
To cover the an introversion
That makes me too introspective
To say what really trembles on the top
Of my tongue. I
Don’t trust it to travel and traverse
The tempting, tremulous terrain
From my lips
To your awaiting ears.

As this,
These poems become both a crutch
And a conquering hero,
For while my simple words
Might now hit you with shock
And awe...
My poems will strip you
Leave you nakedly excited
Mentally and physically...
Ready to be read
And reacted to
The way you deserve.
 
A soul seeking a soul.
Lost? Lonely?
Too simple.
A complex space within.
Not empty.
Incomplete.
Seeking others who are seeking.
But what is it that completes you?
 
Sometimes I revert
To couplets and triplets
To cover the an introversion
That makes me too introspective
To say what really trembles on the top
Of my tongue. I
Don’t trust it to travel and traverse
The tempting, tremulous terrain
From my lips
To your awaiting ears.

As this,
These poems become both a crutch
And a conquering hero,
For while my simple words
Might now hit you with shock
And awe...
My poems will strip you
Leave you nakedly excited
Mentally and physically...
Ready to be read
And reacted to
The way you deserve.

Yes.
This.
Right here.

A soul seeking a soul.
Lost? Lonely?
Too simple.
A complex space within.
Not empty.
Incomplete.
Seeking others who are seeking.
But what is it that completes you?

And a perfect follow-up.


Today is a good day.
 
Thank you both! I’ve been wrestling with posting the rest.
 
Interested in more?

As she took in her surroundings, the first thing she realized was a cold sensation traveling from her back throughout her body. When she tried to move herself to see what was going on, she discovered her thighs and legs tied tightly, with rope, to the legs of the dinner table. Her legs were spread wide, and seemed to be poised almost at the end of the table. Then she found that her arms had been tied elegantly above her head, and that knot also attached to the legs at the other end of the table. She was stuck in place. Naked. A cold shiver ran through her body at the same time a specific warmth did. Her brain alerted her of a conversation that she’d had with him a few nights before.

“Hmmm”, she said to herself.

Turning her head as much as possible, she saw floral arrangements flanking either side of her body. It all smelled of lavender. His favorite. Then she noticed no other place setting at the table. Just one. His.

He walked slowly toward the table, taking great care to remark on how lovely the arrangements were. He toyed with his knife and fork a bit, making a great show of describing how much he was looking forward to using his utensils for dinner. Then he sat down and took in a deep breath. The smell of her scent accosted his nostrils, creating the kind of hunger in him that regular food had never been able to satisfy. As he tied his napkin around his neck and scooted his chair as closely to the table as he could, he picked up his fork and wordlessly ran it along the inside of her thigh. Starting from her knee, he travelled up ever so slowly upward, pressing the prongs deep enough against her supple flesh to create the divots telling the tale of where he had been. He did not want to scratch her skin, no. He loved the smoothness of it too much.

At first the points of the fork had come as a surprise. She had yelped, but then quickly remembered her place as his dinner. Yes, it had all become clear to her now. What surprised her even more was how much she quickly began to love the thrill of the fork coming up her thigh. It was thrilling. Her voice caught in her throat several times as it got closer..closer to her labia. The few times that he had even placed the cold steel against her heated spots, she had gasped against her will. She felt the bite of the rope as the wriggled against it. She knew she was helpless, but when she felt his tongue touch her clit, her world collapsed. Her body felt feverish. Goosebumps erupted upon every inch of her. She strained to keep her eyes open, to watch him, but of their own accord, they closed whenever the tiniest touch from his wet tongue ran the length of her labia, pausing at her clit to suck and nibble, and then back down the other side.
 
As she took in her surroundings, the first thing she realized was a cold sensation traveling from her back throughout her body. When she tried to move herself to see what was going on, she discovered her thighs and legs tied tightly, with rope, to the legs of the dinner table. Her legs were spread wide, and seemed to be poised almost at the end of the table. Then she found that her arms had been tied elegantly above her head, and that knot also attached to the legs at the other end of the table. She was stuck in place. Naked. A cold shiver ran through her body at the same time a specific warmth did. Her brain alerted her of a conversation that she’d had with him a few nights before.

“Hmmm”, she said to herself.

Turning her head as much as possible, she saw floral arrangements flanking either side of her body. It all smelled of lavender. His favorite. Then she noticed no other place setting at the table. Just one. His.

He walked slowly toward the table, taking great care to remark on how lovely the arrangements were. He toyed with his knife and fork a bit, making a great show of describing how much he was looking forward to using his utensils for dinner. Then he sat down and took in a deep breath. The smell of her scent accosted his nostrils, creating the kind of hunger in him that regular food had never been able to satisfy. As he tied his napkin around his neck and scooted his chair as closely to the table as he could, he picked up his fork and wordlessly ran it along the inside of her thigh. Starting from her knee, he travelled up ever so slowly upward, pressing the prongs deep enough against her supple flesh to create the divots telling the tale of where he had been. He did not want to scratch her skin, no. He loved the smoothness of it too much.

At first the points of the fork had come as a surprise. She had yelped, but then quickly remembered her place as his dinner. Yes, it had all become clear to her now. What surprised her even more was how much she quickly began to love the thrill of the fork coming up her thigh. It was thrilling. Her voice caught in her throat several times as it got closer..closer to her labia. The few times that he had even placed the cold steel against her heated spots, she had gasped against her will. She felt the bite of the rope as the wriggled against it. She knew she was helpless, but when she felt his tongue touch her clit, her world collapsed. Her body felt feverish. Goosebumps erupted upon every inch of her. She strained to keep her eyes open, to watch him, but of their own accord, they closed whenever the tiniest touch from his wet tongue ran the length of her labia, pausing at her clit to suck and nibble, and then back down the other side.

Words cannot explain how deeply I want more.
 
He chuckled to himself as he put the fork away. Then picking up the knife, he so softly touched the tip of it to her nipple, causing her to jerk just a bit.

“Calm yourself. This knife has no sharp point. You know I wouldn’t risk undue harm to you, my pet.”

He kept the point at her nipple, pressing ever so slightly, until he could feel her body relaxing. It was only then that he had leaned in, unable to resist, and take his first taste. What was supposed to be only a sampling, though, quickly became his lips melting into her pussy, and her pussy responding in kind. Every lap of his tongue brought gutteral moans from the depths of his soul. He growled into her repeatedly, forcing his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go. His vibrations sent shivers throughout her body as she came instantly. Shen he pulled away, he delighted to see stickly, silvery strands of her juices linking his lips from hers. Incensed, he bit into her thigh, drawing a loud gasp from her. Her back arched, and she struggled to move closer to his lips again. He knew she needed more. He knew he did also. But he dared not overdo it so soon.

When she finally opened her eyes, following the subsiding of the electricity from his easting of her and his subsequent rabid biting of her thighs. She was breathing hard. She thought about the bruising that she would have on her now. She could feel the intense heat radiating from her pussy. It was hitting all of her extremities and her chest, leaving it heaving and comforting. Her body was still tingling happily from the first orgasm that had unexpectedly hit her. But when she saw his face, with her juices smeared in his beard, giving a loving sheen to what was already the most handsome face that she knew, she melted and gave in to the feeling of the moment again. Such that when she felt him enter her with his fingers, and his lips close back around her slit, her screams sounded as a symphony in her own ears.

But a rabid banshee to his. He grinned as he redoubled his efforts. His fingers pounded deeper into her, curving to stroke the upper areas of her pussy as he traveled in and out of her. His lips were busy working her clit over, buzzing over it to send vibrations deeply into her. He felt her body continue spasming uncontrollably, even shaking against the table. Her moans had become more of a dull roar as her eyes fluttered and her mouth rambled incoherent things aimed at no one in particular.

“Uuhhhhhhnfffff….”

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her and muffled her cried by sticking them into her mouth. She instantly came back to herself, sucking them for all they were worth. She could taste her arousal, the work of him. He knew her body, and how to play it. He often called her his “instrument”, and she often agreed, because the sounds she made when he played her were unlike any she had ever heard before. As she sucked his fingers, she felt his tongue in a different place.
 
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