Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Taming of Molly Jenkins....

I've been writing since I'm a kid. I love creating and tried my hand at art, not bad but not good enough. A guy's gotta eat. Through high school I wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook, let a few of girlfriends read them. Yeah, played football, baseball, but my brain never stopped thinking of sex. I guess we think about it all the time. 

Been on face book for a while never did anything interesting when I was on until I started to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose.  Men who were writing erotic romance and stories, I knew it was my time to get out the old note book and throw on some poems. Some are old and some are new, the ones about BDSM are newer. In high school or college I wasn't on that train of thought.

I see a picture it sets me off. A see an attractive women ti sets me off. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts, get me going. Yeah, my mind always as you say, in the gutter. 

I want to thank Bitten Press and the two lovely ladies who run it for goading me on, telling me to go for it and I did. 

So my first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. Let's say it’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? Don't we all pull from real life? The next short story is The Wating....that I hope you'll enjoy also. I have another in the works, it's paranormal and erotic. I can't wait to get that out of my head.

Thank you for listening and to all those who are enjoying my poetry, thank you.

Ethan Radcliff

The Taming

Come to me my girl
Your Master awaits
Knees for me unfurl
Give my cock a taste
You are to me so dear
My pet, my slave, mine
I will protect you no fear
From scathing eyes fine
Lick me, suck me till I cum
Then my pet waits for some
Release and pleasure you beg
Maybe today or later I will see
If my pet gained Master’s degree
To cum, to shake with wide your legs
As I allow my slave to cum, gush, her juices
You belong to me body, soul without excuses

Excerpt:  The Taming

I knelt between her legs as she struggled against the ties around her wrists. I'd spanked her full firm ass red, but made sure I licked each cheek, softly and methodically. I wanted her to cry. I wanted to see her tears. I'd waited years for this. This bitch was mine now, she belonged to me and Molly would never desire another.  Then how come I had a nervous gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach?  Ah, fuck it; it was time to make her scream with need. But would I let Molly cum? Maybe I'd make Molly beg. My tongue got ready; I spread her legs wide and found her clit. Glory to the conqueror!

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