Lessons in Patience

Blowjob to a man with a suit

I am over eager
Too quick to please
Too quick to beg for it
I deserve this
I need this

Lesson in patience
He walks in and plays
But only for a moment
Then gone
Alone with my desire

I learn
It is not my pleasure
That I am meant for
I am for my master
My master’s pleasure
My master’s needs
My master’s demands

I will learn to be his
He is all I want to please
For him I learn
He is my master
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Wanna go on a blind date (with my cock?)

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Forbidden deed
by Taiya

wicked temptation
to want without heed
your furious pumping
filling with need
within molten veins
for absent me
yet i am there
to wend you through
to possess your mind
to consume you
to devour your body
submit to your lead
to your desire
forbidden deed.

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is this love?

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Is this love, My sweet little one?
you wince, your muted scream of pain, as My fingers tease your limits, touch you as pleases Me. Such hard little Toys! their tenderness pleases My grasping greedy fingers.
you want to scream, in your growing arousal, in your exquisite, generous pain. your moan of need signals your ready submission to My touch. A nice round Toy stops your oral expressions of delight, the ball as perfectly round as your breasts.
Our new Toy inhibits your cry from My pleasuring ,your lust is written on your very face. Your breasts, trussed, your red mouth stopped by red, you are my Toy to titillate,…..use, …..enjoy. Hush My sweet. Is this Love we feel?
I whisper my sweet nothings. You gasp as you feel your wetness grow, gather, prepare your inner wanting for My needy pleasures.
I shall have you, My sweet, My Toy. Your nipples are my delicate destructible Toys this eve. Surely this could be Love My sweet.

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Watch Me now, sweet love, as I show you My inner needs, My Toys that might fulfill My needs. See with your soft heart My growing desire, as I fantasize that it is male, powerfully deep within Me.
Does the wind of need blow in both directions for you My little innocent? Is male penetration of desire, or do you wish for only my womanly caress.
Place your hand upon My two, and feel the power that instills My rise to glorious peaks of bliss. Feel the Toy as it uses Me, even as it will soon be buried as deep within your fertility.
Feel My large Toy as I pleasure the core of My need, My desires, My hard, randy, wanton greed.
This is not love My little peach, this is but crass fantasy, of debasing sort. Come little one, let us play once again, together, communing with our bodies rising to delight.

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Shall I fill your sweet wetness, now that you are mine? Shall I plunder you? Make you my common slut? Yes My friend, you are Mine to use, to fill, to empty of your paltry inhibitions. Our Toy is now implanted. Shall I breed you with spewing maleness, or simply enjoy you with My own hardness, My Own hard Toy of penetration?
Yes, sweet Toy of Mine, you may cum, full of Me, blossoming in moaning submissive need, feeling My Toy buried within your saccharine cunt. I feel your response, your spasms, your gift of ‘O’ to Me.
But sweet slut of Mine, is this Love? Will you need only My Toy within you again, at morning’s light?

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Show me sweet one,
show Me sweet new friend, show your new learned talents. Show Us, Me and Him, what you have learned here. Show Him your cumming. Let him hear your moaning, your grunts of spasming delight.
Yes my sweet innocent little slut, show My Man your randy self fucking of your own cunt.
Yes little one, show My Man what you have mastered, that you are now a woman, that you can cum, that you are ready now for the next journey of Love.

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By Deni, writer of adult fantasies for Samarel art

Seduction of a man

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I have you in my presence
I know what you have in mind
You will succumb to my desires
I will not be very kind

I will undress you very slowly
I will tie you to my bed
I will expose your vulnerability
your legs wide I will spread

I will watch you squirm a little
as I slip slowly down your shaft
You will feel my tongue so gently
I am remarkable at my craft

I will caress your head in stages
at first I will use my mouth
I will watch you watching me
use my tongue as I go about

You will moan as I stroke you
first gently and very slow
you beg me not to stop
with every step I go

I place my head between your thighs
I taste you in places inside spaces
you are screaming my name
twisting and turning
yelling and yearning
as I pump you more
I call you my whore

I watch you hunger while I play
your cock growing harder
beginning to swell I know
with each stroke and lick
you want it this way

I know when you are ready
to completely give in to me
I pull myself up slowly
I start to set you free

As I straddle your body
and begin to thrust
I am in control
trust me you must

You explode inside me
hands still tied
You lay there spent
as I swallow your pride.

~ Poetry by Friend n’ Lovers | Art Samarel

Deepest kiss – bdsm erotic art and poetry

Bounded-to-chair

Hot sweat
Slick on my skin
Flesh sliding on flesh
My Scalp
Aches sweetly
Fingers tangle
In my tresses
S M A C K
A rosie pink palm print
On my fleshy cheek
My hips squirm
Aching for more
His soft lips tickle nerves
Set on fire by his eyes
His hot tongue
Trails molten paths
Over sweet hills and valleys
He knows so well
Teeth nip
At swollen lips
Wet with nectar
From my womb
Thick fingers
Part lips
That guard
The treasure he desires
He inhales the fragrance
That is me
Eyes closed in silent rapture
A moan trapped in his throat
As he sinks to savor what he seeks
He devours the soft pink flesh
Nestled in my most secret crevice
Feasting to his hearts content
Hot blue eyes lock with mine
He owns me
Every fiber of my being
And I willingly give myself to his desire
As it ignites my own ecstasy
He greedily gulps down
Each wave of my release
Consuming my essence
Entwining our souls
In this
My lovers deepest kiss.

© MDJ 2007 | Erotic art Samarel

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A Bloodless Sacrifice | Bdsm art and poetry

Submissive-and-giving

Reaching for an immaculate submission,
She kneels on the cold, hard floor,
A hunger for a sensual tuition
She has never known before.

He stirs in her a delicious contradiction
As he lays his hand on her head.
Juxtaposed in a silent revelation,
She feels both joy and dread.
No shame for her, just eager dedication.
She worships with lips and hands.
Her Master’s mind holds sure determination:
She obeys as he commands.

With pleasure and pain, he eases her frustration-
Iron hand in a velvet glove.
A sanctuary from her soul’s tribulation,
He binds her with chains of love.

Poetry: Jolie Cane | erotic art: Samarel