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BDSM Erotica: Picture This... His Master's Touch

We're excited to share with you a new guest writer for our BDSM erotica series! A big thank you to Blackie Quebedeaux for sharing his poetry with us. Watch this space for more erotica and poetry!

 

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Picture This...
By Blackie Quebedeaux 

 

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Picture this...in sepia tones
with vivid splashes of color
In the deepest, darkest
recesses of my mind
the slave lies in slumber
his depraved dreams
merge with reality
across blurred lines
he waits to be summoned
eager to please
an overwhelming addiction
such is his need
his Master's touch a prelude
to his ***d skin
Where the birch is not a tree
but an object of extreme ***
and intense pleasure
A thousand tiny strands of fire
caress his naked flesh
Where deepest crimson
***s ivory flank
the marks a testament
to his unquestionable submission
and his Master's undeniable control


Blackie Quebedeaux lives in Louisiana with his Master, slave and several ***s. He has lived a BDSM life since 1996.
 

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