Flash Fuck Fiction - Own It, Ode to Strap On Sex

It's been quite awhile since I've written anything on this blog but fortunately my muse, who I thought had all but abandoned me, whispered sweet nothings into my ear. The title, "Own It," kept floating in my head and conjuring up images of hot and sexy strap on sex so I wrote what came to mind today. I don't think I 'd call it a poem but more of a stream of consciousness. Here it is, I hope you like it.

OWN IT

Dylynn DeSaint

your sex

my silicone cock

strapped securely against my skin

going to have you

up against the wall

in the car during daylight
in public

on the floor

in the hallway

anywhere I please

bitch, you are mine

grab your wrist

drag you toward me

fistful of hair in my hand

tear your panties off

spread your legs wide

hot cunt

wet, ready

no fingers this time

rigid and thick cock

all mine

shove it inside of you

feel it slide in

easy

you beg

harder, faster, rougher

want more

bite your neck, shoulders

groan pleasure into your ear

taunt you
tease you

fuck you

hips pump

more frantic

lose myself

lose you

two voices
groan, shudder, cry out

collapse

still hard

I own it, bitch,

the silicone cock inside of you

© July 3, 2011 Dylynn DeSaint. All rights reserved. Copyright held by author.

Flash Fuck Fiction - 227 Words

Yours

Delicate silk binds my wrists tightly behind my back and I am blindfolded. Scantily clad in only a black thong and heels; I am on display just the way you like me.

Upright on my knees, I wait. Anticipate.

Your hushed footsteps break the silence in the bedroom. I stop breathing and turn my head to listen. Delicate beads of sweat form a glistening sheen on my limbs. Taut muscles twitch. You are near.

"My pet, you look delicious, " You croon.

There is an unusually cruel lilt in your voice tonight .

I shiver.

Resist the urge to beg, I tell myself.

"You can't hide your thoughts from me whore. I know you like the back of my hand."

Whore-- Whore-- Whore, I chant quietly to myself. Yes, I am your filthy fucking whore.

Your fingers graze the silky skin of my breasts then plunge downward. Suddenly, as if from out of nowhere, you deliver a hard slap to my face.

I reel back on my haunches from the force of your assault and spread my legs wider in an attempt to regain my balance. Heat spreads to the imprint left on my face. Only you can deliver the erotic sting of pain pleasure that my flesh desires.

Panties are soaked. Hot cunt pulses uncontrollably. I'm dripping for your love.

Fuck me. Love me,

I am yours.