Spanking-The-Muse Thread

[Vampiric_Mirage]

*Bump*

Hey Everybody! Hope life is treating you all well. Spank those muses damn it, spank them!

Rhyme Fairy *hug* I miss reading your work, it always helped to inspire me...

 

[RhymeFairy]

*Bump*

Hey Everybody! Hope life is treating you all well. Spank those muses damn it, spank them!

Rhyme Fairy *hug* I miss reading your work, it always helped to inspire me...

I have been absent a bit eh ~

My muse escaped.

Thinking I need to get my whip out and chas'm down.

Art probably ha him changed and now my muse is no longer a dude .. Lol.
He always does that to me. Sex-changing my muse after he captures him.

Reminds me of that song, she aint no lady that's a dude ... Grrr.
Cannot even remember that song ~ ppfftt ~ go figure ... goin for my whips and cuffs now, need'm bad ~

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

I have been absent a bit eh ~

My muse escaped.

Thinking I need to get my whip out and chas'm down.

Art probably ha him changed and now my muse is no longer a dude .. Lol.
He always does that to me. Sex-changing my muse after he captures him.

Reminds me of that song, she aint no lady that's a dude ... Grrr.
Cannot even remember that song ~ ppfftt ~ go figure ... goin for my whips and cuffs now, need'm bad ~

"Dude looks like a lady!" <~~~ trying to sing, but sounding more like the wail of a very sick animal...

I think my muse is a hermaphrodite, or is it androgynous? I always get the meanings of those two confused...Is there a difference I wonder... *begins to mutter incoherently*

Anyways, Love is a cruel thing which leaves me annoyed with men too much lately, so the only way I'd listen to my muse is if it was feminine every now and then. A sex-changing muse is a good thing, trust me!

 

[tungtied2u]

"Dude looks like a lady!" <~~~ trying to sing, but sounding more like the wail of a very sick animal...

I think my muse is a hermaphrodite, or is it androgynous? I always get the meanings of those two confused...Is there a difference I wonder... *begins to mutter incoherently*

Anyways, Love is a cruel thing which leaves me annoyed with men too much lately, so the only way I'd listen to my muse is if it was feminine every now and then. A sex-changing muse is a good thing, trust me!

Just for you VM...
Main Entry:her·maph·ro·dite
Pronunciation: (")h&r-'maf-r&-"dIt
Function: noun
1 : an abnormal individual especially among the higher vertebrates having both male and female reproductive organs called alsoandrogyne
2 : a plant or animal (as a hydra) that normally has both male and female reproductive organs : BISEXUAL —hermaphrodite adjective


androgyne
n : one having both male and female sexual characteristics and organs; at birth an unambiguous assignment of male or female cannot be made [syn: hermaphrodite, intersex, gynandromorph, epicine, epicine person]

Source: WordNet ® 2.0, © 2003 Princet

Hope that's helped you....

 

[RhymeFairy]

muse melancholy

he ask too much
tempts me beyond endurance
asking, swaying my emotions
yo yo style while see sawing
with my heart back ... forth
up and down, round the merry
go round he chases me
only a headache withstands, night
visions vacating my mind
misery has me engulfed when my
muse wants to play ...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I have been absent a bit eh ~

My muse escaped.

Thinking I need to get my whip out and chas'm down.

Art probably ha him changed and now my muse is no longer a dude .. Lol.
He always does that to me. Sex-changing my muse after he captures him.

Reminds me of that song, she aint no lady that's a dude ... Grrr.
Cannot even remember that song ~ ppfftt ~ go figure ... goin for my whips and cuffs now, need'm bad ~

laughing my ass off

I was thinking of JJW's song (Jerry Jeff Walker)
"I like my women just a little on the trashy side"

 

[RhymeFairy]

he wants pink cuffs

bind him
to do my pleasing
of pleasure.

slow slanted
talk of sex. hot erotic
words of sexually persuasive
acts I shall perform
on his willing body.

I shall make him beg
with a feather
flick to his nips. his six pack
abs I shall suckle down
trace with

my tongue
straight into his black curls
to the garden
that grows his fiery
prick. a stick I ride
upon like a rodeo cowgirl
taking the red flag.

bump, grind take him
down. roll, tie and smack
his sweet lil tight ass
show him

what a woman really
wants
hungers for
and delights in

next time ... his turn ~

not one of my best, but its a start ...

 

[DeepAsleep]

which

 

[RhymeFairy]

which way to turn
for the hunt is on.
handcuffs are packed
and my sack
is plum full, up to
its' drooling lip.
now come outta hiding
you loose limp nymph ...

Hmmm ... (didya see'm? ) <0~0>

 

[RhymeFairy]

another Bump for Blue to "research" .... hehehehehehe

he wants pink cuffs

bind him
to do my pleasing
of pleasure.

slow slanted
talk of sex. hot erotic
words of sexually persuasive
acts I shall perform
on his willing body.

I shall make him beg
with a feather
flick to his nips. his six pack
abs I shall suckle down
trace with

my tongue
straight into his black curls
to the garden
that grows his fiery
prick. a stick I ride
upon like a rodeo cowgirl
taking the red flag.

bump, grind take him
down. roll, tie and smack
his sweet lil tight ass
show him

what a woman really
wants
hungers for
and delights in

next time ... his turn ~


not one of my best, but its a start ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

I want you and you know it. That's why
you feel my breath in the morning, sinking in
down your spine, softly blowing
blending bodies into motion while minds
digress replaying olden times.

I share this twin pain to ever after, till
the end. Let me feel, hope and even dream
that it is you, there beside me
in the dark. When loneliness turns its head and winks
out worry for my day has been completed. My time
is here and now,

with you
my love, my life. I share everything
every moment, but is it now we want
or what used to be? Is love this burning desire to
shake you down and have my wicked wicked way
or is lust paying his weekly visit. Tell me
are you in love with that image

of what was, or what is
before your eyes, in the light of day
in all her glory, wrinkles, gray hairs, curlers
and houseshoes. Or this magical,
mythical vamp
that visits only in darkness
to stake claim to brazen skin
and all that's within ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

awakening my muse :


slow, tender fingers, tenaciously
touch, as full body finger trails
take hibernating naps upon nipples,
lush thighs and mowed cove caves.

single digits dally, taking time tempting
pink nubs into cherry headlights, protecting
their practiced route with moans
of pleasure, highlighted within echoes
of lethargic leniency.

this bedazzled body sings out, expressing
its love, for this slow midnight feeding
of forensic fallacies taken with care
to coerce each cell into full throttle
erotic tendencies ...



...

 

[RhymeFairy]

three word challenge ~~

wet, amused
Muse





~~ That aint funny !!

 

[manipulatrix]

muse spankings

..............

 

[RhymeFairy]

*Bump*

Hey Everybody! Hope life is treating you all well. Spank those muses damn it, spank them!

Rhyme Fairy *hug* I miss reading your work, it always helped to inspire me...

Just a lil shout out to my lost friend Vampiric Mirage ... Had to bump this thread. I used to have soooo much fun playing here with my muse.

 

[RhymeFairy]

my muse came knocking :



Narcotic

wet little clit, asking
to be touched. tempting
a finger-slip, inside
hot wetness, circling 'round
a climatic tingling needing it
again. vibrating visions
lubed by lethargic lessons
remembered, forgotten
tried-tested.

a rubbing bafoon-like Romeo
rising to the occasion
never hitting
"the spot"
where orgasms occur -
a ringing in ears
a scream, a laugh
a love
for more ....



~~~ just a free thought ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

just write
no edit, formatting or thinking
beyond the word, the thought, just
let it be ....



~~~~

I have this primal, primitive
need. teeth gnarled, hissing.
bare chest, nipples scrape
atop, below
taking
taking
climatic vision, cease - thought.

pinching, nips
biting skin
scathing heights, thighs rubbed
tight. tingle
talons, scraping her path, down - down
fingers gripping, gathering precum.
tasting - evolution, a revelation
revealed. riding strong, hard
harnessing this stallion
stifling screams, moans - begs
more

more - inside, deep
hard. hedging knee's ground
down, digging
daring - ecstatic delight, denouncing his pull
riding, as he grovels
more
more




jus sayin' ~~~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

Musing, amusing ~


warm shoulder rubs
slow sensual glides
mouth to mouth as lips
lounge, slowly
take another lap
another titillating traipse.

tongues targeting
bodies bending
together in motion while form
irons to form and life,
sails on by.


....

mmm, growl ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

I've been looking for this thread .. forever, it seems


Bump


Will be back to play ~~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

I want you and you know it. That's why
you feel my breath in the morning, sinking in
down your spine, softly blowing
blending bodies into motion while minds
digress replaying olden times.

I share this twin pain to ever after, till
the end. Let me feel, hope and even dream
that it is you, there beside me
in the dark. When loneliness turns its head and winks
out worry for my day has been completed. My time
is here and now,

with you
my love, my life. I share everything
every moment, but is it now we want
or what used to be? Is love this burning desire to
shake you down and have my wicked wicked way
or is lust paying his weekly visit. Tell me
are you in love with that image

of what was, or what is
before your eyes, in the light of day
in all her glory, wrinkles, gray hairs, curlers
and houseshoes. Or this magical,
mythical vamp
that visits only in darkness
to stake claim to brazen skin
and all that's within ...

Spanking


he awaits, my muse.
drowing in the sunlight
weary, at days end
but still he calls

tempting.

finger swipes, tickles my
fancy. with moist
mayhen. fingers touch
teaching me, yet
again - the path to glory
land.

misty memories, for it's been
forever- like awakening
the dragon. after eons of
rest. not worthy, not
capable of thought,
just a dim memory
of what once was.

stick, poking
wake up.
wake

up!

mmm,

fighting cobwebs
pushing through.
sun, days, thoughts.
memorie, my muse

tempts

teases
a tantalizing tighness,
gathers. single digits finger
a pathway. up limbs, languishly
lathergic from years
yearning
come
come


play. pop outta your box. come
play. Please, plant your thoughts,
prance around my mind,
this playground
where the muse rules

and thoughts ... tingle from years
of un-use. a baby dragon cracks

her shell,
sensing
excitement, tasting
yummy yearnings
feasting on
what once was ~



....

 

[RhymeFairy]

Spanking that muse ...
hmm, maybe~~~


...........................................



steam
hot tub bubbles
surround

as digits dive
surrounding his moist

hotness. slow glides
bodies collide

wet, rough
kisses cause
a kaleidoscope

of colors. tits floating
finger
flicks as nubs perk
waves crash

in

out

surfing this sinful
liaison into

a lust filled
night

 

[RhymeFairy]

no bubbles nor

o

i

l

s. Just a smooth
lipped, shaved

neither region
stand by
for ignition
kinda, morning. He played

licked

sapped my engines
while plying lips

tongue

body, unto

this body
of passion, hot
heater
a-g-o. a blast off
into tomorrow

rushing on
into

infinity. Mmmm


YES!!

 

[prolit1]

She's a naughty girl
She won't fucking behave
She's a naughty girl
Who I must train to make my slave

I sit upon a chair
And becoming her to me with piercing words
She's dominated by my stare
I am the shepherd she is the sheep that I herd

She lies across my lap
Upon her legs I run my fingers
Make her gasp with a SLAP!
And make her body shiver

Her fishnets I rip with powerful hands
Her sex warm and heating up my trousers
I am her daddy man
And she can feel my power

Pull down your panties
You does what I ask
Then I give you quite a scratch
When I claw you and bite you on the ass

I stand tall behind you
Bend over across the chair
I get out my paddle
And punish your pussy bare

Watch you contort and cry out
As my hardwood reddens your behind
There no doubt in either of us
You naughty girl, you slut you're mine

 

[RhymeFairy]

I want you and you know it. That's why
you feel my breath in the morning, sinking in
down your spine, softly blowing
blending bodies into motion while minds
digress replaying olden times.

I share this twin pain to ever after, till
the end. Let me feel, hope and even dream
that it is you, there beside me
in the dark. When loneliness turns its head and winks
out worry for my day has been completed. My time
is here and now,

with you
my love, my life. I share everything
every moment, but is it now we want
or what used to be? Is love this burning desire to
shake you down and have my wicked wicked way
or is lust paying his weekly visit. Tell me
are you in love with that image

of what was, or what is
before your eyes, in the light of day
in all her glory, wrinkles, gray hairs, curlers
and houseshoes. Or this magical,
mythical vamp
that visits only in darkness
to stake claim to brazen skin
and all that's within ...






...............................



fishnets ...



new word.. image

thinking to spank this Muse,

good and proper ;)
what say you???

 

[JCSTREET]

The poetry is sharper than of yore

Boy . . . I see a lot of great lines here - a lonely walk to the bottom of the bottle - in paraphrase - being just one. Back in he old days there was great poetry too but maybe it was more literary and therefore not as snappy not as 'au moment' - there weren't really any smart phones back then and tablets were what you took with a Heineken to get high unless you were in AA

Some lovely work in here and Rhymefairy - you have the best nic ever - all these years and no one thought of it before

Kind regards,

JC

Kilroy: the creaky old fuck