Monthly Archives: April 2018

Unvanilla Collection, Pt. 5

The last of my BDSM poems. All the wild fuckwhores are foaming and stamping, Humping and bucking and rearing and vamping, We’ll need some bum breakers to tame all them bitches, So polish your boots, men, and lower your britches. … Continue reading

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Unvanilla Collection, Pt. 4

Run and hide, you nasty whore, Master can still find, He smells your fucking cunt and more, He sniffs your filthy mind She trotted nasty round the block, And licked at every door, Master had to jerk the leash, And … Continue reading

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Unvanilla Collection-Pt 3

Obsession on a leash and compulsion tightly wound, Addicted to her master like a lemming bitchwhore hound, Addicted to the place in space where lust and anguish dance, Where power transforms pleasure and passion twists romance. Reciprocity is so fine, … Continue reading

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Unvanilla Collection, Pt. 2

Don’t give me no roses, no cosseting care, Just kick me around and yank on my hair, Don’t give me no darling and dearest my heart, Just thump on my bottom and call me your tart Dreams of pleasure, fancy … Continue reading

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Poems-The Unvanilla Collection

When I spent hours online waiting for something exciting to happen, I wrote BDSM poetry.  Rhyming, no less. Summer heat ripe, you can hardly remember, The whipping you got in the bleak of December, But imprinted forever, as acid defines, … Continue reading

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The In and Out of Dungeons

I start to believe that Karl is truly enjoying the D/s lifestyle, that while he might not have the depth of commitment I have, he is finding pleasure in domination on a scale similar to the thrill of submission I … Continue reading

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Identity Politics

That is my last journal entry.  Then all clueless I run into Volker again.  He now has a different nickname, STrainer.  He recognizes me but I do not recognize him, he tells me he is Danish, not German, and sends … Continue reading

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