What's Your Next Six Word Story?

[AnAngelReally]

What Gary doesn't say sweet Jenny
Is that he's letting his imagination
Take him to his fantasy land
While keeping a sharp eye out
For his boss and colleagues too
As he writes to us all
Instead of doing reports at work
Why be bored doing only that
When he can take us away
To play to frolic with him

So Jenny did he or not
Marry you is what I mean
We already know he fucked you
Was he any good at all
After that did you need to
Get yourself off with your fingers
Your trusted Hitachi or your Rabbit
We are panting in such anticipation
We want to see you arch
Are you a screamer a moaner
(I'm a growler and a roarer)
Please tell us all about it

 

[AnAngelReally]

she's 18 and in peek condition!

Do you mean peak or peaked
Her condition of body that is

As a voyeur my own self
I wonder at a peek condition

Does she look at all good
Or is 18 with good eyesight

At that age women have energy
They wear us out with passion

But what great fun it is
To try valliantly to keep up

I love youth and such passion
But I enjoy a pacing experience

Why rush to a great climax
Instead of a satisfying prolonged orgasm

Fury and hurry are for youth
Us older folk prefer mellower loving

Of course we get it on
In the frenetic storm of coming

Ever tried to make her come
Slowly after a long loving build-up

It'll blow her mind so completely
She'll do whatever you ask after

Oral anal both just tell her
She'll be eager to please you

Patience is always its own reward
In life as in sweet lovemaking

Sex is fine enough I suppose
But making love is something else


14X2X6
(Sorry, folks, it's a nerdy habit)

 

[AnAngelReally]

Some write simple one line stories
Because they only view page one
They don't skip to last page
Where there's fun to be had

I never thought about it so
Too bad we can't change it
To make it clearer to all
That more is better than less

Brevity is a Haiku premice only
Free form verses are just that
Unshackled unbriddled dare I say unleashed
Let the mind and imagination soar

 

[rawsilk]

She made me wear her corset.

Gwanji looked so sexy standing there.
Corsets can make your Domme rise.

Black corsets do it to me.
Makes the serious power rise up.

Be careful of me I'm dangerous.
I have no compassion or care.

The whip and leather my weapon.
To control a man, my delight.

I look into his very soul.
I ride hard his rigid cock.

Then the punishment for his sin.
Turn over and take it now.

Whipping hard his ass striped red.
Beating listening to the throaty screams.

Quiet, enough, no more noise you.
Your discipline is not yet through.

Legs spread wide, opening his thighs.
Whip strikes hard tender thigh skin.

Do not move stay like that.
I look down at my work.

Get down off that soft bed.
Kneel to me on the floor.

Mouth down to my black boots.
Nice red striped ass up high.

Whip raised high hits ass again.
His punishment continues on and on.

Firm voice asking had enough yet?
Yes Miss yes I've had enough!

Show me proof with your cock.
Looking with approval at rigid shaft.

Lying on the bed, legs akimbo.
Fuck me Pet do it now!

 

[Gwanji16]

Yes, miss, yes, I've had enough
My rigid cock my hard testament

Have I earned your wet cunt
Or must there be more tribute?

 

[AnAngelReally]

What goes around

She is feared, truth be told
She has no empathy, no compassion.

No true Miss this, Mistress only,
If you can call her that.

But no more, the Pets say!
Plot, plan, trick, and then ambush.

She is tied securely, spread eagled.
Blindfolded, gagged, nipple clamps in place.

She moans, she rages, she threatens.
No one can understand, nobody cares.

You have mistreated your last Pet.
The time has come for you.

Your buttocks first, then your thighs,
Whipped, paddled, no caress for you.

The strap reashes between your legs.
To your surprise, to your amazement.

You cream freely, moan for more.
No one can understand, nobody cares.

Your belly we redden harshly too.
Then rise welts on your breasts.

Tears flow, but we remember you.
We show no empathy, no compassion.

How do you love them apples,
You Miss usurper, you simple Mistress.

Your cunt we take so brutally.
You ass we fuck without preparation.

Pleasure overwhelms after many repeated orgasms.
You faint from simple sheer exhaustion.

We Pets are not like you,.
Where you have continued, we hesitate.

Your luck that She comes in.
Our confusion, our pain reached her.

She understands our nature, our souls,
As you never did, you... mistress!

Gently, she calls us to her.
Eases our distress, soothes our anguish.

She has us take you down.
Even you don't deserve such treatment.

We cry at her words, ashamed.
She sees our scars, She understands.

She takes us away with her.
She will heal body and soul.

This a true Miss can do.
Forever we are her devoted Pets.

 

[Gwanji16]

I fuck her as she demands
Her fingers touch welts cock drives

Into her pussy I not worthy
Of her wet lips and warmth

Tell me if and when to
Cum mistress I will always obey

 

[rawsilk]

She is feared, truth be told
She has no empathy, no compassion.

No true Miss this, Mistress only,
If you can call her that.

But no more, the Pets say!
Plot, plan, trick, and then ambush.

She is tied securely, spread eagled.
Blindfolded, gagged, nipple clamps in place.

She moans, she rages, she threatens.
No one can understand, nobody cares.

You have mistreated your last Pet.
The time has come for you.

Your buttocks first, then your thighs,
Whipped, paddled, no caress for you.

The strap reashes between your legs.
To your surprise, to your amazement.

You cream freely, moan for more.
No one can understand, nobody cares.

Your belly we redden harshly too.
Then rise welts on your breasts.

Tears flow, but we remember you.
We show no empathy, no compassion.

How do you love them apples,
You Miss usurper, you simple Mistress.

Your cunt we take so brutally.
You ass we fuck without preparation.

Pleasure overwhelms after many repeated orgasms.
You faint from simple sheer exhaustion.

We Pets are not like you,.
Where you have continued, we hesitate.

Your luck that She comes in.
Our confusion, our pain reached her.

She understands our nature, our souls,
As you never did, you... mistress!

Gently, she calls us to her.
Eases our distress, soothes our anguish.

She has us take you down.
Even you don't deserve such treatment.

We cry at her words, ashamed.
She sees our scars, She understands.

She takes us away with her.
She will heal body and soul.

This a true Miss can do.
Forever she is our own Miss.

There are tears in her eyes.
He knows submission is her choice.

To be beaten with strong control.
Is her greatest need and desire.

To be tied down and clamped.
Blindfold and ball gag in place.

Breasts beaten hard, whip across cunt.
No mercy for this fake Domme.

Her legs are held open wide.
As there is no mercy given.

Into her cunt rams his cock.
Teaching her who is the Master.

He forces his shaft deep inside
her ass ripped open with disregard.

He steps back and he smiles.
As he purveys all his work.

Now you know the real difference.
Between Mistress, Miss, Pet and Master.

 

[rawsilk]

Yes, miss, yes, I've had enough
My rigid cock my hard testament

Have I earned your wet cunt
Or must there be more tribute?

No darls, a fuck will suffice!

 

[AnAngelReally]

There are tears in her eyes.
He knows submission is her choice.

To be beaten with strong control.
Is her greatest need and desire.

To be tied down and clamped.
Blindfold and ball gag in place.

Breasts beaten hard, whip across cunt.
No mercy for this fake Domme.

Her legs are held open wide.
As there is no mercy given.

Into her cunt rams his cock.
Teaching her who is the Master.

He forces his shaft deep inside
her ass ripped open with disregard.

He steps back and he smiles.
As he purveys all his work.

Now you know the real difference.
Between Mistress, Miss, Pet and Master.

There are tears in his eyes
As he helplessly watches this display.

Submission is an act of love.
Dominance is no less of one.

This is neither, this is hate.
Violence, brutality for their own sake.

His heart reaches for the woman,
Gently embraces her poor tortured mind.

Takes her away to a glittering,
Playful, happy, bright and safe place.

As her body is rendered vilely,
They find peace and beautiful harmony.

This Master cannot perceive at all.
This is far beyond his understanding.

Miss and Pet, Pet and Miss.
Two are One, One is Two.


(If anyone cares, the relationship between a Miss and her Pet is one of respect and partnership. It is a philosophical construct which has little to do with that of Mistress (or Master) and Slave. My recent postings on the subject should give you an idea of what it means to me.)

 

[AnAngelReally]

The Power of Love

As autumn brought beauty through colors,
Winter blanketed the world in whiteness.

Spring is renewal, new life emerges,
Ready to flourish ever so bountifully.

They walk hand in hand, friends.
They laugh in common harmony, lovers.

He stops to pick a flower
To braid in her flowing hair.

She lifts a sweet scented herb,
A delicate fragrance they both share.

The clearing is covered with blossoms,
The first blooms of the season.

They settle near the babbling brook
On a blanket wide for two.

The bottle of wine is set
To cool in the flowing water.

Food out of the wicker basket
She weaved with her own hands.

They lay under the shining sun,
Embraced, enlaced, holding each other lovingly.

He pushes her wild hair aside,
An excuse for a tender caress.

She touches his strong chest lightly.
Bares it, to feel his heat.

Leans in to kiss, to lick
The sweat from their long trek.

He brings her mouth to his
For her soft lips to claim.

Their tongues meet for the eternal
Dance of the ever gentle prelude.

Her breasts he bares to sight,
His experienced hands find them soon.

She moans, she arches, she craves
His touch, his kisses, his bites.

Woman, she grinds against him naturally,
Woman, she needs her beloved man.

He takes her, gently, lovingly, firmly.
She takes him, wetly, lovingly, urgently.

They follow the rhythm of Nature.
They are joined. They are one.

Pleasure rises gradually, then more swiftly,
As passion brings forth blossoming orgasms.

Their eyes searching their very hearts,
They smile at reading their souls.

They kiss in the peaceful aftermath,
Tender caresses reaffirm their deep bond.

They laugh as his stomach growls.
Time for food and cold drink.

Satiated, content, they lay peacefully down
For a short rest, a nap.

Together they are in dreams too
As they are in waking life.

They walk hand in hand, friends.
They laugh in common harmony, lovers.



(THIS is what turns me on.)

 

[AverageGary]

I see you three have fun
After i choose to go sleep
I won't be able to join
Now but maybe in an hour

 

[AverageGary]

(Hopefully this keeps in the spirit of the exchange I missed out on)

My eyes witness all this sex
Silk laid out in nice leather
As she and Gwanji cum together

My cock hardens from this behavior
I now kneel before Mistress Silk
Asking if it is my turn
to worship at her wet body

With a grin she nods yes
I begin to lick her boots
While she gently whips my back
I lick higher to her thighs
as I listen to her sighs

Her whipping strokes begin to intensify
As my fingers probe her pussy
I lean forward exposing my ass
Where the whip begins to crack

Wince in pain with each hit
as my lips find her belly
tears start falling from my eyes
as red marks start to show
I lick her breasts and nips
They start glistening with my tears
I try to lick even higher
she commands me to go lower

Her strong hand grips my cock
She is pulling hard and quick
Commands me to be erect quick
Warns if I cum too soon
It will mean I am doomed

A cock ring she does grab
In hopes I will last
She pushes me on the bed
Then climbs on me to ride

Her moistness engulfs my stiff rod
Starts to ride slow and steady
Whipping my chest as she goes
Telling me buck like a bronco
Thrust my hips I do comply
She whips harder saying faster faster

Enough of this I have had
I grab her hips holding down
Rolling over to get on top

Placing her legs upon my shoulders
Slam into her hard and fast
Licking her boots as I go
Listening to her moans of pleasure
I ask her "who's in charge?"

She says she's still the master
As I try to kiss her
She whips me saying "Go faster"

I tell her if I do
That I might cum too soon
She tells me don't you dare
I say you feel too good
So I do not really care

She warns you want this again
You better make sure I'm pleased
Or else you'll be on knees
With me whipping you all over

My speed increases as moans increase
The cockring keeps me in control
As I feel her orgasm grow

She shrieks loudly when it hits
Then tells me time to finish
Asking where do you want it
In my cunt you obedient man
And with that I do shoot

She tells me you've done good
But next time behave yourself better

 

[rawsilk]

I nod politely thanking the men.
Slowly I unfasten my black corset.
Unzip down the black leather boots

The Domme in me is interesting.
Behavior brought out with specific clothing.
It certainly brings forth something different.

Those lucky few with such imagination.
Who can carry themselves into worlds.
The vast erotic lands of fantasy.

Our lives can become so exciting.
As we move room from room.
In the depths of our minds.

Reality and imagination are not confused.
With what minds can conjure up.
Purely is for our personal relish.

Together together arms around each other!
Sharing things which are thought taboo.
Is far better than being alone.

Real life is enhanced with pleasure.
Our every day lives more fulfilled.
Enjoying a tasty morsel of porn.

 

[AverageGary]

Enjoying a tasty morsel of porn
Can be lots of good fun
Are erotica and porn the same?
If not how do they differ?
Is erotica simply the luscious foreplay
To porn's powerful and orgasmic fucking
Or are they simply the same
Does erotic writing hold more beauty
Than the simple porn of Penthouse Letters?
Inquiring minds really want to know
Before stroking rapidly to and fro

 

[rawsilk]

Enjoying a tasty morsel of porn
Can be lots of good fun
Are erotica and porn the same?
If not how do they differ?
Is erotica simply the luscious foreplay
To porn's powerful and orgasmic fucking
Or are they simply the same
Does erotic writing hold more beauty
Than the simple porn of Penthouse Letters?
Inquiring minds really want to know
Before stroking rapidly to and fro

Gary you have a real gift.
Never stop such a curious brain.
From asking these interestingly provocative questions.
I venture to say only the mind.
Easily deciphers between porn and eroticism.
For one it is filthy porn.
For another art in a gallery.
Only you can tell it's erotica.
It's porn with one little test.
Causes stroking rapidly to and fro!

 

[AverageGary]

Gary you have a real gift.
Never stop such a curious brain.
From asking these interestingly provocative questions.
I venture to say only the mind.
Easily deciphers between porn and eroticism.
For one it is filthy porn.
For another art in a gallery.
Only you can tell it's erotica.
It's porn with one little test.
Causes stroking rapidly to and fro!

Good erotica can inspire such stroking
Written words can be powerful things
Inspiring imagination of a sexual nature
Making sweet love to a spouse
Or wild fucking with a stranger
Be careful with the hot fantasies
So they don't interfere with reality

Porn can inspire wild stroking
Through its images more than words
It is a wild fantasy world
of pussies riding cocks or tongues
Or cocks entering mouths or asses
Fucking in many positions all over
The cum shot says its over

 

[AnAngelReally]

(Hopefully this keeps in the spirit of the exchange I missed out on)

My eyes witness all this sex
Silk laid out in nice leather
As she and Gwanji cum together

...

She shrieks loudly when it hits
Then tells me time to finish
Asking where do you want it
In my cunt you obedient man
And with that I do shoot

She tells me you've done good
But next time behave yourself better

Now, THAT I call erotic BDSM!
It's sexual, playful, very well written.

Way to go Gary, my man!
You done Silk so very good.

"But next time behave yourself better".
What a greedy Sheila she is.

 

[AnAngelReally]

Enjoying a tasty morsel of porn
Can be lots of good fun
Are erotica and porn the same?
If not how do they differ?
Is erotica simply the luscious foreplay
To porn's powerful and orgasmic fucking
Or are they simply the same
Does erotic writing hold more beauty
Than the simple porn of Penthouse Letters?
Inquiring minds really want to know
Before stroking rapidly to and fro

Erotica is definitely not only foreplay.
Your superb text's a good example.

Cock, cunt, cum, all that stuff,
Now, that is only common porn.

You have a story with emotions.
Man and a woman making love.

Whipping and ordering are a game.
With two people playing it together.

I can't wait to read more
Of your fantasy characters having fun.

 

[AnAngelReally]

Good erotica can inspire such stroking
Written words can be powerful things

I couldn't agree with you more.

Inspiring imagination of a sexual nature
Making sweet love to a spouse
Or wild fucking with a stranger
Be careful with the hot fantasies
So they don't interfere with reality

Unfortunately many don't make the distinction
And it brings pain and heartache.

Porn can inspire wild stroking
Through its images more than words

You the man, Gary my friend!
You nailed it on the button.

It is a wild fantasy world
of pussies riding cocks or tongues
Or cocks entering mouths or asses
Fucking in many positions all over
The cum shot says its over

While we all know, in reality,
That it's where it all begins.

 

[AnAngelReally]

Behavior brought out with specific clothing.
It certainly brings forth something different.

I can't wait to see you in a white cotton peasant blouse,
Light flowing skirt in a collorful pattern,
Open flat sandals to display your toenails painted red.
Hair free to be wind blown,
Your face barely needing enhancements
For your natural beauty to show us.

Or in a minimal bikini, revealing all,
But concealing just enough to tantalize
As you walk down the beach there to lay
After a sweaty game of volleyball,
Watching the men parade in your line of sight,
Peacocks trying to impress the hen.

I imagine you in black leggings and crop top,
In the park, on your yoga mat,
Stretching, posing... watched, admired.
Exhibitionist and voyeur both
As men play frisbee acrobatically nearby.

And...

Those lucky few with such imagination.
Who can carry themselves into worlds.
The vast erotic lands of fantasy.

Our lives can become so exciting.
As we move room from room.
In the depths of our minds.

Reality and imagination are not confused.
With what minds can conjure up.
Purely is for our personal relish.

Together together arms around each other!
Sharing things which are thought taboo.
Is far better than being alone.

Real life is enhanced with pleasure.
Our every day lives more fulfilled.
Enjoying a tasty morsel of porn.

The lucky few, we lucky few.
Do apreciate your gift, dear Silk,
To share your thoughts, your fantasies
With us in such personal way.
As Gary said so very eloquently,
"Written words can be powerful things".
Thanks for sharing yours with us.


(Sorry for forgetting the 6-words rule
In the first part of this.
My mind was elsewhere, really gone,
As I conjured these beautiful images
Of our Silk as a woman
Not simply in the Mistress role.
Sorry, have to go back there.)

 

[AnAngelReally]

Ah, well...

Love to read in the park
On a beautiful hot sunny day.

That’s my story, my main reason,
And I do stick to it.

So, I watch the squirrels play,
The flowers blossom, the birds fly.

Okay, I watch the women too.
No man could avoid seeing them

Some care for their small children,
Interesting, but in a peripheral way.

Then the matrons chatting, judging others.
I bet they remember their youth.

When they were the ones admired
By the men, young and old.

The old women, laughing out loud,
As they ogle the young men.

No false facade there for these.
They take the sun and enjoy.

The young butterflies, exposing their bodies,
Or as much as they can.

They are truly on the prowl,
Looking for some one night stands.

I much prefer the real ones.
Without any artifice, those being themselves.

Telling the world, well, the men,
To take them as they are.

I see lives lived, well spent,
On their faces and their bodies.

This one has laughed a lot,
While this other has cried instead.

There is one I see occasionally.
She is the reason I’m here.

I used to frequent another place,
Then happened to stop here perchance.

There she was, there she is.
I just can’t help coming back.

For those days I see her.
There is something about this woman.

She is sad, and then happy.
She frowns but what a smile!

Today, as she so often does,
She practices yoga, in skimpy clothes.

Though she could, she doesn’t flaunt
Her slim body and smallish breasts.

Some jocks, damn athletic muscular jerks,
Strut all over, sniff their prey.

I see her aware of them,
Flattered I suppose, by the attention.

Stupid genetics which makes the females
Seek stronger males, successful evolution adaptations.

What chance do I have, really?
Tall yes, but with a belly.

No athlete, I’m only a nerd,
A book worm, a library rat.

I prefer to think of myself
As having a rich intellectual life.

So I sit and I admire
This vibrant and so beautiful woman.

I dream, I fantasize, I extrapolate.
See what I meant? A geek.

In the world I live in,
That I built in my mind.

She and I meet, we talk.
I always know what to say.

I ply my wiles on her,
As she does, make no mistake.

She wants me as I her.
Desperately want her, truth be told.

I’ve had enough of my buddies
My ten companions, my sex partners.

I’m holding her in my arms,
Tenderly. I’m not a macho man.

I lean in, claim her lips,
Softly kissing her, savoring the moment.

Our tongues meet and dance together,
We exchange those first bodily fluids.

I hesitate too long for her,
Waiting for some esoteric feminine signal.

She puts hand on firm breast,
I beam with repressed joy expressed.

That’s what I was waiting for,
The green light so to speak.

I pull her closer to me
So our bodies grind in unison.

As she reaches for my flesh,
My hand’s under her top too.

Just enough to fill my hand
Her nipple hardens under my palm.

She fondles my erect throbbing manhood
Through my black nylon polyester shorts.

I feel her wetness right through
The skin-tight black and blue leggings.

She pushes against my exploring hand
And pulls deliciously on my penis.

Oh, no, not again! I cry.
Why is this happening to me?

I start awake. Saved in extremis.
I didn’t shame myself this time.

What would this sexy woman want
With such a quick draw Joey?

A half-man who can’t even think
About filling her cunt with jizz.

Who can’t even think the words
Cock, cunt, cum, ass, in fantasy.

She wants a real man, yes,
One who will make her climax.

Make her cum ‘til his spunk
Overflows all over her hot body.

Not one who takes his time
To give her those sweet orgasms.

With his mouth and his tongue,
His hands and his fingers too.

Because he can only take her
For minutes for the first time.

Only one yet has given me
The chance to show, to demonstrate.

What I can do the second,
When the urgency is done with.

I guess I’ll forget about her
She hasn’t even noticed me anyway.

I look in my fertile mind
There she is, my dear lover.

Where shall I take you today?
Paris? Rome? Or simply back home?


(Sorry, I got carried away... again.
I did say I had to,
urgently, go back to that place.
Relax, it took the edge off.)

 

[AverageGary]

I can't wait to see you in a white cotton peasant blouse,
Light flowing skirt in a collorful pattern,
Open flat sandals to display your toenails painted red.
Hair free to be wind blown,
Your face barely needing enhancements
For your natural beauty to show us.

Or in a minimal bikini, revealing all,
But concealing just enough to tantalize
As you walk down the beach there to lay
After a sweaty game of volleyball,
Watching the men parade in your line of sight,
Peacocks trying to impress the hen.

I imagine you in black leggings and crop top,
In the park, on your yoga mat,
Stretching, posing... watched, admired.
Exhibitionist and voyeur both
As men play frisbee acrobatically nearby.

All of those sound so delightful
I have one more to add
A transparent teddy and silk stockings
leaving almost nothing to the imagination
seeing her wearing so very little
would definitely make my mouth water
feeling the material on my skin
while wrapped in a tender embrace
would cause other parts to stiffen

 

[rawsilk]

I can't wait to see you in a white cotton peasant blouse,
Light flowing skirt in a collorful pattern,
Open flat sandals to display your toenails painted red.
Hair free to be wind blown,
Your face barely needing enhancements
For your natural beauty to show us.

Or in a minimal bikini, revealing all,
But concealing just enough to tantalize
As you walk down the beach there to lay
After a sweaty game of volleyball,
Watching the men parade in your line of sight,
Peacocks trying to impress the hen.

I imagine you in black leggings and crop top,
In the park, on your yoga mat,
Stretching, posing... watched, admired.
Exhibitionist and voyeur both
As men play frisbee acrobatically nearby.

And...

The lucky few, we lucky few.

Such lovely dear men sharing lust.
with such a person as myself.

Truth be known, no colorful skirt.
No white peasant blouse on me.

I tried yoga, with tights, croptop.
Bored me and caused a headache.

My hair is dark, copper glints.
Short so it won't get windblown.

I am slim but fairly muscled.
My breasts a very good handful.

My skin is white as snow.
There's no sun frolicking for me.

Polo shirts and well fitted slacks.
Men's round neck quality Alpaca pullovers.

Expensive low heel shoes I wear
My choice of how I dress.

My demeanor is polite and modest.
My eyes are striking, exceptionally blue.

They make people look back again.
What emotion is it they see?

I look with kindness and love.
Even to strangers on the street.

Some see me as a teacher
Others think of me as nun.

Hoping this tiny peek at me.
Doesn't frighten everyone one off.

With kindness and care erotic suggestion.
Sometimes just showing unbridled filthy lust.

Making a world safe from outside.
This is me wanting to share.

The pleasures, delights and naked thoughts.
My imprisoned alta egos roaming free.

 

[AverageGary]

Such lovely dear men sharing lust.
with such a person as myself.

My hair is dark, copper glints.
Short so it won't get windblown.

I am slim but fairly muscled.
My breasts a very good handful.

My demeanor is polite and modest.
My eyes are striking, exceptionally blue.

They make people look back again.
What emotion is it they see?

I look with kindness and love.
Even to strangers on the street.

Hoping this tiny peek at me.
Doesn't frighten everyone one off.

Short dark hair and blue eyes
slim and muscled with nice breasts
and a personality sweet and sincere
imagining you in these playful stories
would cause my pants to tighten