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I'm insane. OK, I lied, my Holy Blood story is pornographic. But they don't call me Pornwriter for nothin'. And there are a lot of other erotica poems I've posted that I hope people like. For some reason when my friends think of my writing it's always "Don't tell me Kati, I don't wanna hear your dirty stories." But they're not all dirty, just the best ones

Here is a rather long list of people I'd love to spend a little time taking about

Old School Chums (the ones who introduced me to AP)

Brokendreamergirl
~ Dearest little Dreamer…so cute, yet so saddeningly dark. I miss the times we had in high school when she couldn’t hear me say hi in the hall

AMSnuggles
~Friend and sister-in-stories, we’re always on the same wave-length

ArchAngelMichael
~Haven’t heard much from this dude since he joined the Navy. I miss him and his Morman beliefs


New Family and Friends (in no particular order because I love them all so much)

Okadadokie
~ My twisted little sister She writes beautifully from her strikingly dark soul. And I always have to keep her from getting lost in the CB

PrinceDavidElenote
~ AP Brother and awesome LARPer, but he thinks he knows more trivial knowledge than me Silly boy

PrincessDramaBlonde
~ Blonde! Is she my cousin, my sister, my neice?! I don’t know, but she’s family and I love her Find her lurking in the CB rafters

New York
~Cuz! My first AP relative, Cousin Newy seems to love doggies a lot

MenschMariah
~ Mensch! I miss her so much! She was my dark mistress and I was her hired assassin. Here are links to poems I’ve written devoted to her…

http://allpoetry.com/poem/2373983

http://allpoetry.com/poem/2393981

Poet-of-the-shadows
~ Epitome of male awesomeness! And so the type of guy I’d love to be with. He’s been through a lot, but still tries to make everyone feel better. The only problem is he THINKS he’s old and fugly. Not true, he’s only 31 and sexy as all get out. Here’s a poem I’ve written devoted to him…

http://allpoetry.com/poem/2399021

Captain-sparrow
~ Aargh! He gives me points for the dirty things that always slip outta my mouth in the CB because he’s thinking the exact same thing Plus, I know where his sweet spot is

Ecarioto
~My vampire, wolf- and dragon-demon Lord. I shall always fight by his side to protect his kingdom from the evils of human kind. My sword is drawn for his will and I will do his bidding until I have no fight left in me.

Captain Emo
~ Oh, Captain, my Captain? The ways he’ll make a girl blush He’s so cute and just needs a little love. This story was for him…

http://allpoetry.com/poem/2269043

Sleepy Kitty
~My first Pet! I love this little bundle of sleepy fur so much Don’t get me wrong though, he leads me by the leash all the time I’ve written so many stories for him I’ve shocked myself…

http://allpoetry.com/poem/2290112
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2335047
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2343877
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2371327
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2371327


The Vampyre Lestat
~ My newest vampiric master Very wise and strife follows him whereever he goes. I’m in love with his dark, societal pieces and his cat-‘o-ninetails

linna
~ College friend and Mistress/Mentor Now that Honors Bio is over, I don’t know what I’ll do. Well, at least we can celebrate our Pagan holidays together

Openman
~ My guy-on-guy action Pusher man I’m hopelessly addicted to slash and he keeps me well-supplied Not ot mention the wonderfully intimate conversations we have and the advice he gives me

http://allpoetry.com/poem/2418441

- Kamala Kari –
~ Sweetest Kari… I really have no idea what she is to me Part friend, part sister, part girlfriend Whatever she is, I love her to death and would do anything she asked of me

http://allpoetry.com/poem/2387119

I know there are more friends of mine out there, but I had to get these on the list first. If you think you should be on here, just comment or IM me and I’ll get right on it. Also, I recommend any of these guys’ poetry. There are so many different styles, I’m sure you’ll find one you’ll like



Here's a poem by White-lighter that revs my engine, and it's exactly what I think I need. Thanks for permission to use it


~A Frantic Need For Master~
Into the Domain of Master's Realm
where you are stripped of self
Immersed in sensual delight
sight cloaked with silk
wrists bound secure
breath jerky with need

for His touch
for His tongue
for the heat of His hardness
all you hear, is the ambient
ringing of soft Celtic music

Your nipples taut
reaching upward
aching for pull
for sweet suckling
to light the fire

that runs like electricity
to hooded pink bud
a sweet engorged twinge
throbs with each pound
of your gentle submissive heart

For He is your God, in this moment.
Nothing but HE exists.
and as He moves about you
touching lightly, gently
your nipples harden,
skin glistens
breaths come shorter.
and you become wet,
in anticipation.

With the soft touch of His lips to yours
you arch to meet him,
as He stealthily moves away.
you try to anticipate
but cannot,
for He is the Master of this play.

All is touched, licked
kissed, tasted
all made HIS
from brow to toes and back.
You whimper as He bites
then kisses, then cools with breath
as He pushes your bounds, your thresholds
so slow, so painfully so
walking that fine line
where pain and pleasure become one
and your moans in anticipation.

The soft leather cat,
lays across breasts so precisely,
that only the slightest of stings is felt
and no mark mars it's passing.
...Again...
And then again.
you moan in pleasure
and your body quivers
as He moves about you
laying on the whip.
Breasts.
Stomach.
Back.
Buttocks.
And after each strike,
He kisses
where He once struck.
and you moan,
In anticipation.

You feel His teeth
...gnawing...
at your tender thighs
...relishing...
His lips as they envelope slick skin
...delighting...
in His tongue
as He savors warm pungent juices
disjointing legs
in search of succulent morsels.
..Here...in the dark
you become His banquet

He feels your muscles
begin to quiver
and pulls back
to your audible moan.
'Not just yet my pet' He whispers

Stepping back He surveys
ALL that you are
your skin gleaming,
a molten display of flesh
and female.
You hear Him gasp
as His eyes touch upon
the sight of you.
WHO has the power?
For its now His anticipation

your heart thrumming itself feral
gives Him complete control
as His lips softly caress your flesh
burning, branding His love into you.
His mind lost in breathy whispers
touching, milking your flesh
of its resistance.
His body aches as it feeds
His soul demanding
...needing
to devour your existance...

For He is your savior tonight
as He crawls into your soul
turning your flesh inside out.

He removes your darkness, your bonds,
carries you to the waiting bed.
For tonight He is the Master,
you are the sacrificial lamb
upon cotton sheet.

He fills you completely,
soaked with the forbidden pleasure of it.
Hips held firmly, He pulls
and thrusts simultaneously.
Stretched beyond full,
guttural panting escapes Him

'Mine' He growls

Withdrawing slightly
he buries himself to the hilt once more
staying deep,
...grinding...
...stretching...
you feel His power
with each stroke.

Raising shoulders
He grabs and pushes down,
.... holding....
Heat builds,
Strokes lengthen
desperate movements
pounding
as words turn to deep guttural sounds
thrusting deeply over
and over.

Suddenly, from within your depths
an explosion, an eruption of pleasure
a mind-blowing detonation
squeezing spasms
you scream,
a long deep wail
as everything goes black.

You lay open and wet
every nerve strains for sense
always a frantic need for Master....
AND WHY?
because he gives you wings
to soar above ecstasy .....