JSin

20 Minutes in the Asian Mega mart

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She stifles a giggle, 

As we enter house wares.

We are on a mission,

Shopping in the wrong department.

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A couple of minutes ago,

We pulled into the Asian mega mart,

I had an agenda,

I don?t believe she understood the plot.

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In low voices we whisper.

Touching one implement,

Then another.

My evil genius mind cranking.

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Japanese scrubbing cloth,

A massager with suction cups,

A packet of Bamboo skewers,

I touch each to skin,

Listen to their sound.

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The final prize,

A bamboo wok cleaner,

The impact thuddy,

The sound unmistakable.

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If ya ask her,

She will blush a bit.

That day she learned the joy,

Of shopping for pervertables.

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JSin y2k+7

Unrepentant

I stand before you

Unrepentant

A sinner by all definitions

I am without shame

I will bind you

Beat you

Fuck you

Use you

Guilt is unknown to me

I have had hundreds of

Grrls, toys

Objects, Sluts

Wenches and whores

They get in accordance to what they give.

I corrupt

Lead the innocent

Down the path less followed

Like the pied piper with a hard on.

Hide your daughters,

Wives, girlfriends, significant others

If I fancy them

They will be mine.

I see that sparkle in your eye

That questioning glance

That ?Oh not me? look

No worries it is better than you think

In the Musk of Lust I pray

For I am Unrepentant

Knots of Submission

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Rope and knot,

Needle and thread,

Chain and lock.

Submission of self

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Macram?f the mind

Neurons tied to senses

Rope across the breast

Tactile Cueing

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A sound

A scent

A touch

To live in pure sensation.

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Knots pull

Neurons tug

I tie the rope upon your body

Branding impressions on your mind.

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All controlled

Carefully planned

Intricate knots

I bind soul and emotion to me.

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Through deft fingers and true emotion

I bind your submission to me.

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JSin

Y2k+7

Oh god, That?s the Stuff

She stopped breathing for a moment
Her body rigid
I grasp her hair for a to check in
And hear like a murmer.

Oh God That?s the stuff

How does one elicit such a response?

A well warmed ass
Of a virgin flogging
Her fear palatable
Her desire tactile

A moment in her body
While manipulating her mind
Allowing her to let go
To live and feel

Oh God that?s the stuff

Like dope the energy courses through her
Checked out of civilization like an animal
My hand once again lands on her ass
Pushing her through one barrier after another

Oh God That?s the stuff

She usually giggles manically after I fuck her
This time for a moment she curls up next to me
Floating savoring the moment
I tell her what she said

Then the giggles ensue
Deeper more manic
She is still flush
Her ass still warm and rosy

Oh God, That?s the stuff.

JSin y2k+7