My Sundays...

respect

Session in kink

Respecting the flesh?

She entered my door
And fell to the floor
She knew that she had no clue what was in store
But she new she wanted more

And she lay at my feet in defeat
In the position
Of submission

She noticed I have pretty feet.
I noticed that she had sexy hands and feet too.
And limber
That fine young tender
I could not wait to bend her
In every direction
As she worshiped my erection
She made the right selection in her submission
Her lust for a Dominant position

Her servitude was her own condition


I allowed her to explore my flesh with her hands and her feet
This kinky little freak was not weak
And she was to get more than she could seek

As I answered her last question
We started the session
...

Respecting your fresh flesh
I love your fetish of feet
With warm pudding

"Fresh meat, so sweet!"

I love your dexterity

Your limbs are so talented
So are mine
As I squeeze your nipples with my toes
You know where your mouth goes
And you have good taste and it shows

As my lust grows
It blows your mind
To know that it's mine
And I am greedy
Not needy
I just want to hear you plead with me to stop

Because I'm not!
Just because you are getting too hot?

"You better give it all you got!"

Because tonight we are gonna find a few new spots

To explore

Soil you worse than a whore
And make you beg for more
Of me

Because your fetish is to please me
And I'm nasty
I do not fear being damn near ghastly
Nothing to freaky to get past me


Because I am gonna make your ass see
My fetish is the wettest fantasy
This is more than just kinky
But SSC

This is personally
Respecting your flesh
Respecting my flesh



And then the session ended the warm up stage

"Yes my pet, you will be my slave"

Now turn that ass around and try to behave

*wicked grin*

I strapped her to the work out bench
And began to pinch
Every inch

She was bound
And gaged to not make a sound
At least that would have the cops to come around

Because I am about to get down
And durty

"Lawd, this aint gonna be purty"

As I opened my kinky toy case
I could see the fear on her face

She came for pleasure and pain
And she did not complain

And I ravaged her senses
And her only defenses
Was the surprise with each sensation I gave her
Only made her
WETTER


" I think I better get her a new box of wet wipes "

*snicker*

Because tonight
She might
Just fight
For her right
To find sub flight

From tickle to to terror
I would dare her to scream her safe word

And she suffered the most intense pleasure and pain
And did not complain

She just drifted off to her special place

With that silly spent look on her face

She had did her best
To find a better respect for her flesh
My flesh
My fetish
My freaky kink
That took her to the brink
Until she could not think
Just be

Because her flesh belonged to me



respect

A friends poetry..."Spank"

Spanking that ass like a big drum
What fun that can be
Rhythmically
"Getting her done"

As a percussionist and a provider
I found this poem from a old friend of mines
HOT!

So I wanted to stop

And post it here
So you may find him there
If you care


Spank
by Vince Vanguard Vainglorious



Whenever I hold the double bongos, I can’t resist playing



I love to hear that sound



I can’t wait to get started and sometimes must be told to stop



It’s such a beautiful instrument, round and firm with its beautiful skin stretched ever so tight



My hand vigorously strikes one side repeatedly until its time to strike the other



Sometimes I am inspired to improvise and play both sides at one time



It’s more about the technique than the actual melody



Remember the drummer’s main duty is to keep the beat



The drummer’s inspiration must always be the rhythm



To keep the drum in good working order, it is best not to bang it too hard



It is suggested that you oil the drum well to improve its condition



Even a fine well made tight drum can only take so much banging



There’s an art to beating the drums well



You must strike the skin firmly but not too hard



On occasion though your accompanist may request you beat the drum harder



Such a request is rare, so when offered the chance you must oblige



Like all fine instruments good drums are all delicate and each quite different



The smaller brown ones can produce an excellent honey sweet tone



Their smooth shiny skin is a pleasure for the eyes and a treat for the ears



Personally I prefer the larger deep dark tight firm round ones with an earthy tone



They inspire a primal emotion in me that reminds me of real African Drums



If you select one of a lighter hue, you may need to oil it well so as not to bruise the skin



The light ones come in many sizes like the others, but may require a higher level of maintenance



Playing the drums is a special talent and requires the right amount of skill and restraint



Not everyone will be pleased with the results or able to appreciate your talent



Learning to play can be a noisy and painful undertaking,



so it is suggested that you request permission before starting.



If you learn your craft and do the job well though,



a good time will be had by all and you will be rewarded with tears of joy





Spank by Vince Vanguard Vainglorious
© Copyright 2006. All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be duplicated or copied without the expressed written consent of the author.






We go way back
I sold him a couch back in the day
A loud green sleeper
And
He just got rid of it damn near 15 years later
*blank stare*

I would have bought it back
*wicked grin*


But what also humbles me as I write this post
Is how many other good friends I have this close
To me

After over 10 years
11 tours
12 states of sanity
And
13 colonies

One baby's mother
One Baby Gangsta
One Grand Baby Gangsta
T-Money
And a cool baby daddy

And I'm blessed to have had them all
Than many of them have had me
But we all are glad we
Are still around
Holding it down

And what I want to say the most?
Is that I know a few people who are reading this post
Personally

And they know a better part of me
Than most of you know about me
Because
We are all still friends
And family




After all these years
We never stop amazing each other





My brother from another mother
My motherfucker
Shake Speare Chucker
My motherfucker




I owe him my

respect






respect