Verses for a Muse, Performed in Pleasure
I once met a poet and translator via a dating app. We didn’t spend much time together, but I believe we both enjoyed the time we did share. Two relative strangers opening up their lives to each other for a brief moment. And then, we stopped seeing each other (and then the pandemic happened).
A couple of years later, I reached out to her and asked if she’d like to meet again. When we did, I received one of the coolest gifts of my life — a published kinky, sexual poem about me! The fact that she didn’t reach out to tell me about it makes me believe she wrote it mainly for herself, or for her audience, not for me — which makes me think those words about me are as honest as they could be.
Voilà — that’s the background and everything up to this point is true. I have two main fantasies involving her:
There’s a “kinky reading” event in our city, and I’d love for her to read that poem in front of the kinky community while my partner and I listen. Maybe even asking her to keep eye contact with both of us while reading.
The second fantasy is more private: my partner and I would invite her for an intimate, kinky poetry reading session. We’d tie her to a chair with our beloved Doxy to make the reading difficult — but deliciously lustful. We’d sit naked in front of her, pleasuring ourselves while she (tries to) read the poems that turn us all on. The rest, you can imagine… passionate, steamy sex filled with moans, squirts, laughter, and smiles.