Blurb:
BDSM is a
collection of poetry containing f/f, anal play, femdom, bondage, shibari, anal
play and much more. It contains meaningful, intimate, and downright filthy
poetry written in acrostic, ballad, cinquain, and free verse.
This collection is intended for the open-minded people
out there who love all things BDSM.
So, let BDSM take
you on a journey into the taboo, and give the most erogenous part of your body,
your brain, a treat.
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Excerpt from
Switch:
When I entered the room I noticed the whip,
Then his breath on my neck, and his hand on my hip.
“Hello my sweet darling, I’m glad you are here.”
His voice was playful, but still I felt fear.
“Have you obeyed? Done all I have asked tonight?”
I couldn’t help but clench, and close my arse tight.
“Yes, Master I have, right down to the letter.”
My arse clenched again, my pussy even wetter.
“And how does it feel, to be stretched like this?”
His hand moved to my bottom, in the shape of a fist.
“It feels strange Master, like my body is full.”
His fist moved to my hair, and he began to pull.
“And full you shall be, once I’m inside you too.”
“Oh Master, please tell me, what is it you plan to
do?”
He laughed against my ear, and tugged my head back.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy, while that plug is in
your crack.”
My body shuddered with sexual apprehension.
He released his grip, and then came the tension…
Excerpt from
Harem:
The three of us
knelt, collared and chained,
Waiting for one
master, to teach the untrained.
The three of us
were stripped, told to behave,
Told we were
sluts, whores, and slaves.
He entered the
room, we all bowed our heads,
His attire was
magnificent, all blacks, gold’s, and reds.
Then under my
chin, he placed his big hand,
Told me that
tonight, I would follow his command.
I nodded my
head, subserviently so,
Then he moved to
the next, second in the row.
And said exactly
the same to the second and third,
And then left
the room without saying a word.
We all sat
motionless, staring at the floor,
Until he entered
again, slamming the door.
Knowing he was
back sent a surge of exhilaration,
This was what I
needed, strong domination.
He snatched up
my chain, tugged me over to a stock…
Author Bio:
C.A.Bell was
born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three
years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her
husband married and made a home.
She is currently
working on a number of projects, including the follow-on book to The Architect,
as well as a novel, and aspires to be a well-known author.
Social Links:
Twitter @cbellAtrix09
Author Website http://authorcabell.co.uk
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