An_Jon

You're what's it, the tits,
the dogs bollocks, the ritz,
the flicked clits, dangly bits,
the baby, just without the shits.

You're the gravy,
floating the navy.
You're the queue
to break taboo.

You're Sunday mornings
getting sucked off.
In the fucking kitchen
you're the fucking top broth.

You're the minty breath,
the crystal blue meth,
the horse's cock,
the fresh wank sock....

Well hi there! Hope you're well. I'm doing good thanks. I know you didn't ask. Shut up.

So, since I never bloody shut up about it, people might be aware that I enjoy pictures - both receiving them and taking them for people who are wonderful, sexy, and creative.

I ran a Tumblr about 18 months ago where I posted images of people who did dares for me. It got quite good - about 50 unique posters and over 500 followers. Closed it down because I couldn't spare the time for it,...

I’m staring at the floor, having been caught in the trap you set me. You promised me that you had a surprise for me in the bedroom; and naïvely, after a long, tiring day at work, I believed you. I allowed you to blindfold me so I wouldn’t see and spoil the surprise, and I walked with my hands behind my back to prove to you that I wouldn’t cheat. That was the only chance you needed.

More quickly that I could react, you were wrapping rope around my wrists. You positioned my arms into an...

You’re waiting for me on the bed, just as I told you to do. Wearing nothing but a tightly-fitting t-shirt and knickers, you kneel on the bed facing the door as you were instructed. I enter the room a short time later wearing nothing but a pair of loose grey shorts, you notice that in my right hand I’m holding a roll of black tape. I notice you staring, and a playful grin spreads across my face. I hold the tape close to your face, and whisper in your ear:-

“This is for you.” Your gaze moves...

Hey! I haven't posted a poem to here in ages. I've written a lot that haven't been published, so I thought I'd share a current one.

It's called Substance Abuse. Comments/your interpretations of it are all welcome. Remember, a poem only means what you think it means, therefore I'm eager to hear what you think it means...

Please, enjoy:

Straining and fumbling
in your dark. I drink the substance
that abuses our veins.
“You can’t alter me,”...