It was the beatings
he enjoyed most.
The way the sweat
would fly
from between her naked breasts
as she swung the belt
the anger fading from her eyes
with each succeeding blow;
the stink rising
from between her legs
the glistening moisture
which gathered there:
'Harder' he would beg,
but her strength had flown
and she would fall to her knees;
and groan.
Everytime.
Then, I suppose,
it was love
for a while.
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For Plinkyponk
Written February 29th, 2004
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Huh. Not really sure what to say about this one...so I won't say anything at all.
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...YOU just go on sexy stud~Woot woot
Whip it good
Damn~ What a descriptive write~Where is the wet noodles...I do the wet noodle slap
More please
Big hugs
and much love~Desire
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o yes - and it is funny - i forgot that bit
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i only like this because of the end bit, if the end bit wasnt there it would be pure eroticrap, if it wasnt for the end but it would be useless shit - but then you know that dont you
if it wasnt for the end bit i dont think id love the poem but then you meant it like that didnt you? -
[add something intelligent about being basic in its complexity; or possibly complex in its basicness; about the tone which lets the rawness lead to other possibilites by being quiet enough to let us hear them.
Then say woo because sometimes that is eloquent.]
Woo.
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Hmmmm... never could understand this kind of sex drive but whatever turns a person on, I guess... It's a darned good write, sort of like sleazy erotica with a twist.
The emotions between these two are about as grand as sloppin' the hogs....when I Was a kid we actually had a worker who got off on feeding the pigs ...I was only a little girl but that's what my uncle told me about the guy....he was only 4 years older than me but he knew just about everything!!
Oh, yeah, the poem.... very entertaining, Lute. And for your lack of feelings in this poem, I recommend at least eleven whacks
Good write
Dee
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Really Great!
Wow, gritty poem. It's so meaningless in emotion between the characters, and the way you say "then I suppose it was love for awhile" makes it sound so sad and makes the girl in the poem sound cheap. This poem is great! -
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What an odd but quite fitting relationship. Can't say I understand the need but it takes all kinds to make the world go around.
Well written, certainly a clear image you paint.
John -
Now, plinky and I had a slumber party not two nights ago, full of nailpolish and lipstick. We spoke of starting our own erotica club. I see she has decided to go it alone..and with none other than a man i've been stalking. Well she always did display rather forward behavior unlike me who prefers the shy slinky approach. But that was going to be our deal I thought, she the dom me the sub. Incensed and esssence...geeze even her comments reek of her. No wonder Lute is in the basement all the time.
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no. no, I'm not even going to comment. no way. I won't touch this! but it's a damn fine erotic write. different. impressive.
are you trying to tell us something?
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Sigh...the images invoked nearly caused me to purchase a ticket on the Concorde for post-haste arrival. But then, in the very nick of time, I realized I don't really much care for beatings. That occupied me long enough for security to catch up and the rest, well...I guess you'll read about in the papers.
I don't even wanna know where this sprang from -- because some depths should not be plumbed lest horrors be unveiled to sensitive eyes.
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right thats it...i told you never to mention breasts again and you come up with this.
..you are definitely going to get severely punished for this...especially for the bit about the stink rising from between the legs..i am incensed...i deplore your manners and your evil perverted little horny mind and i will have my revenge...stand by for an attack on your authors page..i will be rampaging across it shortly plus i will have to write a poem where your true essence is revealed ...this is a disgrace...ps i'm yours -
It's surprising. Sometime love like that can last an entire night, maybe even into the next day
Belts, harder, harder? Bad Lutie, bad. lol.
Desiree -
oh my, I feel way to young and innocent for the likes of this...... (yeah right). lol.
Go on with your bad self....hehe.
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