Valentine Once More

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

To all those Ones and Onlyes in my life

Valentine Once More

 

Why don’t you want to be my valentine anymore?

You must think I have become somewhat of a bore.

 

Okay, maybe I mumble a little and probably snore. 

But you did not have to go and slam shut the door.

 

I am not a magician nor am I Dumbledore.

I am hoping for a sign that clearly says: “You, I adore.”

 

We used to play pretend I was your little whore,

you were my Bitch, my Dom, and much much more.

 

You used to kneel down on all your fours,

and I bore my whole inside your back door.

 

I’ve been dreaming of grinding you to the floor.

Loving you is my life. It is not a fucking chore.

 

It is not my fault I am on the other side of the shore.

Travel plans on hold because of this pandemic spore.

 

I beg you!!! Pleeeeeease be my valentine once more!!!

I swear I will always be forever, and sexcerely yours.


Submitted: February 14, 2021

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Amy F. Turner

If it isn't whining, its begging. Begging does not become the champion anymore. I'm sure you have some making up to do, and know what's in store. Hard actions and sexuy words are what we adore. :)

Mon, February 15th, 2021 8:47pm

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I have been away for so long I need an kindred teacher who can show me the ropes... in every literary way... are you up to the task?!

Thu, February 18th, 2021 5:39pm

DampKitten

I do love a man who begs. It warms my Valentine right up.
So good to have you post again, Sam...

Tue, February 16th, 2021 7:08am

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Right up where?!?!?

Thu, February 18th, 2021 5:40pm

Amy F. Turner

Ropes, chains, clamps and pain are a good start for what to do.

Fri, February 19th, 2021 1:57am

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I’m glad we’re on the same wavelength. So what level of pain are we talking about?! Book? Poem? Short story? My life is in your hands now. Always been....

Thu, February 18th, 2021 6:23pm

DampKitten

You know where, Sam...

Fri, February 19th, 2021 3:06am

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I’ve been so out of practice for a long time I guess I need someone to tell me where everything fits in now a days

Thu, February 18th, 2021 7:59pm

DampKitten

You know, Sam...since you're down on your knees...you might just follow your nose and let your tongue do the work once you get there. I just finished the treadmill, and I'm really salty. Pretty warm too. I bet I could melt that candy cane of yours...

Fri, February 19th, 2021 8:54pm

Amy F. Turner

A poem?
Ha! Too easy.
A book?
Really? That alone?
You have no discipline
for such a commitment.
A short story? Ahh, a proper offering.
So much more promise to appease this goddess.

Not easy or too tough.
Just make sure its really rough.
Pain needs to be felt, tasted, seen.
You've been very naughty, indeed.

No rest for the wicked so they say.
In my realm, no ease for where you lay.
Your knees are preferred, but, of course,
bound hands count for more.

You have a wavelength, but not the shore.
Keep diving for my treasure to explore.
Perhaps then we might consider the task
of teaching the true meaning of beating your ass.

Sat, February 20th, 2021 5:37am

Harriet-Jacqui's Hormones

Well, plea, beg, crave, whatever, Sam, this sad-but-sexy little request deserves to be honoured by us all! Come on, girls - on-him and off-him! There's nothing like making up for lost time. Can we all be your Valentine, Sam?!

Tue, September 7th, 2021 2:39pm

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