Dark Kent's Prose/ Poetry Photobooth Phenomenon

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So, I have an Ampics thread where I have mixed my pictures and writing. I've done it this way for a long time. I think the pictures have driven everyone away. Lol. Long ago, under the name BlackManFux, I had a thread open to everyone who enjoyed writing without the fear of rejection or forced conventions. I'm going to do this again. It may be only my stuff, but I really hope not. No matter how serious or silly, sexual or not so much, your written thoughts and words are welcome here. Also, your recorded stories or poems are welcome. I'm a fan of voices!

Hope this thread does well.

Welcome all. Let's have some fun!
 
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First Up

War pt. I

I don't care if I walk away battered and bruised,
I wanna bruise and batter you too,
Limping heavily, just making it out of*
A completely wrecked room
Bleeding slightly from bite marks
Which resemble goth art.*
My mind is warm and fuzzy
Yet physically, I'm nothing like it
With hands around you
As you're cumming
That's how I like it.
Images of your skin
Make me demonic
Pouncing and clawing like something rabid
Maybe a habit-
This...
These thoughts..
These thoughts of mine.

Pinching, scratching and punching
Thrusting, stroking, and pumping
Bodies bunching together
Bad weather is brewing.
Me, hearing you mewing
Calls forth the dog in me
Sin staining your form
As attacking becomes unruly.
Eyes intense, unfocused
Yet determined to not give in
My brown around your body*
Intent to get the win
Outwardly you see my sweetness
But can you handle within
As the angel unzips his robe
Revealing a penchant for sin.

I don't have to make love
Can save love for another time
Raging emotions
Ravaging two people
Melding to one.
Joined in one pursuit
Concluding
Twisted and turned
Flesh burned and singed
By an eruption that took turns.
First you, then me
Or maybe vice versa
Not ceasing the beating
Until both cum*
Might be hurting
Maybe sore
Still lingering for more.
Or...
Maybe this
These thoughts...
These thoughts of mine*
.....scare you.

****
 
Canvas.
You are my canvas.
Undefiled until my
Brush paints you with a heavy hand
And heavy strokes..
Slaps, and taps..
And braided rope.
And you hope the knots will come..
Down that rope your juice will run..
In those knots, your body cums..
And hums like a well oiled machine.

Canvas,
You are my canvas..
The picture where my evil dwells..
Illustrating heavenly hells
Where i ring your bells and
Cause your swells
With waves that surely signal a death knell...
Well....
Dipping brush from north to south...
Let my paint drip in your mouth...
Or we'll find another route..
Destroying rooms in perfect house.
Cunt and ass...tongue and hands..
Legs and thighs sore...
Don't you move.
Hold that pose, as knots grow tight..
Ropes will hold Slut still all night...
To be sure I paint you right.

Canvas,
You are Mine...
My Canvas.
Beautiful mess from deranged brain..
Trace your wicked tongue across vein..
Taste this mix of muse and Master..
Batten down and take me faster..
Harder, don't you want acclaim
Scribed on you...my fucking name.
Claimed and sealed...
Our deal complete...
The studio melted...
From
Our
Heat.
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I wish I could be
A poet, like you

Profound, I know. :D

Lovely thread idea, DK. I look forward to reading any and all posts.
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I wish I could be
A poet, like you

Profound, I know. :D

Lovely thread idea, DK. I look forward to reading any and all posts.

Lol. Thank you, Princess. I'll be moving all of my writing over here eventually. Hopefully others will join in.
 
"First PM: Call me Master"

Lose the shirt, the suit and tie
Your pinstripes don't impress me
This isn't 50 shades, my dear
You damn sure do not own me

You want me down on my knees
Obedient and trusting?
I trust that you can find the door,
I'm not the girl you're lusting.
 
"First PM: Call me Master"

Lose the shirt, the suit and tie
Your pinstripes don't impress me
This isn't 50 shades, my dear
You damn sure do not own me

You want me down on my knees
Obedient and trusting?
I trust that you can find the door,
I'm not the girl you're lusting.


Lol. Awesome. Snarky. Written with a grin, methinks.
 
I love my alarm clock. I know most people don't, but my alarm clock and I have a great thing going. I'm never late for work. I always wake up with a cheerful disposition. I have a pep in my step. When it is time for me to get up in the morning, i feel my alarm clock tugging at my pajama pants. I always cock one eye open, and pretend that I'm still sleeping. That is usually when my alarm clock begins using her tongue and lips to suckle on the head of my cock, and she stays there until I begin to grow. My alarm clock loves when in grow in her mouth. And when i am fully matured, the tip of my cock pressing against her throat, she begins rolling my balls in her tiny hands. Or sometimes, she will stroke my cock with her hands while her mouth sucks and nibbles on my rapidly tightening balls. Or she stays perfectly still and waits until i begin thrusting my hips up into her mouth. She loves that. She also loves my hands in her hair, controlling how much of my cock she gets.

Have you ever heard of a chocolate-loving alarm clock? Well, mine sure is! She moans the entire time...or mumbles anyway, about how much she loves chocolate. Mine especially. Her tongue and mouth do amazing things. They travel the length of veins on my shaft. They suck on my frenum. And when my alarm clock knows that I am about to wake up, she takes my cock deeply into her mouth and squeezes my balls, coaxing conciousness from me. When I finally awaken, her mouth usually can't contain it all. But she tries. My alarm clock loves a challenge. What she misses usually falls back onto my cock, but she always cleans it good. She likes to say that chocolate should always shine.

Sigh...I love my alarm clock. Don't you wish you had one like mine? Or could BE my alarm clock?
 
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Empty.
I stare at the space you once occupied and remember your scent, your taste. Before you I was lost, stumbling and grumbling without focus or direction.
Then you were there, feeding my soul and giving me hope that it will be ok, that today is full of possibilities, that I can do this.
Empty.
You are gone and I stare, fighting back the hopelessness.
What now?

I better make another pot.




ETA: Commas are evil. I've no idea how to use them correctly.
 
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Empty.
I stare at the space you once occupied and remember your scent, your taste. Before you, I was lost, stumbling and grumbling without focus or direction.
Then you were there, feeding my soul and giving me hope that it will be ok, that today is full of possibilities, that I can do this.
Empty.
You are gone and I stare, fighting back the hopelessness.
What now?

I better make another pot.

Ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Smoothly sliding between my lips
Your taste is intoxicating
Savoring you in my mouth
The way you melt just for me
Your essence coating my tongue
Sliding down my throat, divine
Satisfaction close at hand
I yearn for you alone
Dark Chocolate
 
Smoothly sliding between my lips
Your taste is intoxicating
Savoring you in my mouth
The way you melt just for me
Your essence coating my tongue
Sliding down my throat, divine
Satisfaction close at hand
I yearn for you alone
Dark Chocolate

Awesome addition. Thank you, Angel!
 
I know you want me.
I see you trying to deny the
Malicious look in your eye
While we're flying through the sky.
But why?
You have someone?
The tell me how my simple tales
Can leave your clothing undone.
How can this simple man cause release
That causes heat to retreat..
And leave dampness in your panties..
And puddles of goodness in your seat?
But...
I'm not your Superman.
I'm just a super man.
Look past the cape,
And what you don't think you see..
Will make you blink your eyes rapidly
In helpless throes of exstacy...
Yes me...this ordinary man standing here..
Could be your kryptonite
If you're brave, my dear.
So, lets see what you choose to do.
Either way, my power's prowess..
Will be the undoing of you..

:rose:
 
http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f238/jiraiyasage12/14417311969730_zpsfjuesjmk.jpg

You know I hate it when you do this...taking videos of me while I rest after our post lunch romps. "Lunchtime for Lovers" is what we call it, though the way we devour each other, it should be called "Cumtastic Catastrophe". Your appetite is never ending, but who am I to talk when i just ripped your favorite skirt in my haste to get you naked. So, instead of taking that video of me alone, maybe you should join me? The tripod is right there in the corner of the room. I could really use those lips of yours on my cock, and those skillful hands on my balls, squeezing the way you like to. Your choice, really. Either you join me, or you get to record me masturbate...and I know how much you HATE wasted semen. So....?
 
There's no complication here. Either
You want
Or you need.
There's no in between, and there
Is certainly not a no to be found.
You're here, knowing
Who...and
What I am..
And as I stand here growling like a hungry
Beast at such succulent, fresh flesh..
You don't tremble, or look away.
Could it be that you would drop your hood,
And ride the beast into your end?
When I bend you, would you breaks?
Or would i satiate your insatiable ache?
Would we flood the earth with mess and evil grins
And delights for the malice pound you good within?
Could your skin even hope to contain the
Hellish delights of you screaming my name?
Give up, little one.
I'll pull your hair...rip your underwear, and without a care
Ruin you for anyone who even tries your way...
You'll be branded by my fire...
And never go astray
 
Reign me in

collar and leash me--

I am your kitten

And I purr for You.


Claim my mouth

with Your own--

Your tongue swirling

mine sucking.


Mark me with*

Your bites--

teeth breaking the

surface of my delicate skin.


Pound out*

Your malice and

lust into*

my salacious abyss.


Cover my body with Yours

Sink into me--

Each opening

A vessel for Your pleasure.

**

All of Your weight--

press it inside me

let me feel every ounce

of Your decadent flesh.


Fill my tight holes.

make me scream*

Your name and

a chorus of obscenities


With each thrust.

Break

me

down.


My wet walls melting

My silken tunnel unraveling

My feminine dam bursting

All around You.


Be my undoing--

my Dark Lord

my Daddy

my Master

my Freedom.
 
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Love this!


Reign me in

collar and leash me--

I am your kitten

And I purr for You.


Claim my mouth

with Your own--

Your tongue swirling

mine sucking.


Mark me with*

Your bites--

teeth breaking the

surface of my delicate skin.


Pound out*

Your malice and

lust into*

my salacious abyss.


Cover my body with Yours

Sink into me--

Each opening

A vessel for Your pleasure.

**

All of Your weight--

press it inside me

let me feel every ounce

of Your decadent flesh.


Fill my tight holes.

make me scream*

Your name and

a chorus of obscenities


With each thrust.

Break

me

down.


My wet walls melting

My silken tunnel unraveling

My feminine dam bursting

All around You.


Be my undoing--

my Dark Lord

my Master

my Freedom.
 
With each thrust.
Break
me
down.


My wet walls melting
My silken tunnel unraveling
My feminine dam bursting
All around You.


Be my undoing--
my Dark Lord
my Daddy
my Master

my Freedom.

Wow, I love this. Well done, J! :heart:
 
Reign me in

collar and leash me--

I am your kitten

And I purr for You.


Claim my mouth

with Your own--

Your tongue swirling

mine sucking.


Mark me with*

Your bites--

teeth breaking the

surface of my delicate skin.


Pound out*

Your malice and

lust into*

my salacious abyss.


Cover my body with Yours

Sink into me--

Each opening

A vessel for Your pleasure.

**

All of Your weight--

press it inside me

let me feel every ounce

of Your decadent flesh.


Fill my tight holes.

make me scream*

Your name and

a chorus of obscenities


With each thrust.

Break

me

down.


My wet walls melting

My silken tunnel unraveling

My feminine dam bursting

All around You.


Be my undoing--

my Dark Lord

my Daddy

my Master

my Freedom.

Damn, Jorja!!!
 
Smoothly sliding between my lips
Your taste is intoxicating
Savoring you in my mouth
The way you melt just for me
Your essence coating my tongue
Sliding down my throat, divine
Satisfaction close at hand
I yearn for you alone
Dark Chocolate

Very nice!

I'm jealous :)
 
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