King and Queen of Hearts ~ a duet

   
Saturday night poker and the stakes are high
It’s a winner take all in a two card draw
Face to face as stern as the King and Queen are
Dressed to impress for the boudoir
The butler shuffles the cards
Hands out 5, all facing down
The King using one to shovel up his
The Queen lets them stay where they are

She shows a brief smile, the King catches on
No need to look, that’s not how she plays
She’s never been scared of a wager
Win or lose, she pays it no matter
She knows by the end of this seething night
They will both be writhing in pleasure
The only thought is to who is on top
The Queen winks and places her dare

The king’s left breathless, his heart beating fast
She didn’t look, how can he analyze her mood?
If she won’t show her tell or is she bluffing
She opens with a whip, he counters with his cane
They both now know, this is no game
“How many cards my queen?” he says
“None my king, I’ll play with these.”
A cough sneeks out, with a shake, his head blurred

He takes 2 cards, the next bet is hers
She still doesn’t peek, and that has him unnerved
He fumbles with his cards but lays them down
When upon the table, a length of rope is thrown
His breath rushes out, his desire flares
To feel the scratch of rough fibers biting his skin
It’s a game she knows he loves and hates to win
Now it’s up to him, bet or fold?

Should he let her have him, do as he’s told?
She hasn’t looked, not once, very bold
Staring at three kings in his hand
He places her favourite strap-on, on the table
She raises her eyes, the light creates a fire
Her fingers inch towards her cards
Should she peek before calling her bet?
The one thing he’s been after to get

She whispers a name that arouses the King
He’s in town, maybe just for the night
“He said he wants to play, my dear.”
The King suppresses a shudder
His mind crawls with unending pleasure
He almost misses the nudge of the Queen
It’s now time to pony up or drop out
One more look and he throws his cards down

“I’m out! Let’s see what you got!”
“My King, when you fold, you give up the right.”
“The sceptre is yours, my Queen, am humbled to serve.”
He strips to flesh and wraps a leather kilt
He twitches, as the Queen attaches nipple clamps
She licks his face and purrs in his ear
A feline roar escapes her breath saying
You are my bitch tonight

She leads the way to a waiting chamber
Picks up her whip as she goes
The King’s eyes sparkle with lust
He gives it as good as he gets
Tonight, the crown belongs to the Queen
He’ll submit to her every request
And now with another man to play
They will both be down on their knees

Side by side their burning scent rises
Manly odour filling nostrils
Semen oozes a trickle that upsets
The Queen is not pleased with her pets
Side by side, doggie down
Arms stretched out in front
A crack of the whip, splits the air between
It sparks to ignite her fiery reign

Painted in lines, highlighting her wrath
Both men shiver in wicked delight
Pain is their ultimate pleasure tonight
After ten stripes, she rolls them over
They lock eyes and exchange heated glances
Each one lingering on hard, dripping places
The Queen smiles as she sees their reaction
“Clean him up!” she directs, “Use your tongue!”

Pointing to her King while the Queen grabs a toy
The king pushes the man down on his back
Running his tongue up, from this scrumptious sack
The tongue swirls round head, a finger in his ass
The man sees his Queen with a strap-on, on
She says a word, the busy king moans a yes
The scent of lubrication an aphrodisiacs seduction
Tip of the cock, lays ready by the rim, The Queen pushes in

The King groans in rippling pleasure
As inch by inch, he is impaled
His eyes roll back, now full at both ends
Moans muffled by the cock in his mouth
He sucks as the Queen fucks his ass
Unrelenting, long slow strokes
Mimicked by his lips and tongue
He aches to come but needs the consent of the Queen

All pistons pumping, the Queen wraps around
To grasp the Kings swollen sceptre
Gaping hole, his mouth dripping sex
With each stroke the Queen strikes
The edge comes to life as if the sun rose high
And commands their release at once
A trifecta that would please Her Grace
As she spreads her legs with a take me face

She pulls the King to her mouth, pushes the other one down
With sex on his breath, the King whispers his love
He drinks in her cries from the other’s masterful tongue
His turn now, with his own swollen crown
To claim back the Queen for his kingdom
Their bodies join, no match for their hearts
Her fingers clutch, she rides rivers of lust
And screams out his name when she comes

a collaboration ~ written by ~ VictoryInTrouble & Ax

image found on google

This collaboration was a fun one, hot damn, yes it was….

another duet ha! i made a comment that I’ve become a duet slut, the reply was, you are not a slut, you’re a cheap whore BaHahaha……..fucking awesome 🙏

Vic, thank you for writing with me. Got to play poker, tease and scheme and the Queen came up on top, but like you said, in the end, everyone is happy 😜
and speaking of, love your ending here.

Friends, please visit Vic at VictoryInTrouble
surf through, you will find a treasure.

The Slave ii/ii ~ An Erotic Duet by WetBliss and Ax

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Friday night all tucked in his cage
Candles flickering, shadows billowing
The eve of his twenty-first birthday
Mistress appears in a long flowing gown
Wearing satin, colored the ripest Crimson
Stilettos that arch high, stockings to Her thighs
Ready to squeeze all of his seed
In the first hour of his growing need

Her Slave was prepared for this plight
Taken out of his cage and taught to stop
Pleasuring Her before this sacrificial night
In the silence She unlocked his cock
Rubbed his pulsating seminal fluid
Across Her lips to take in his essence
To drink the last of his pure innocence

Her senses keen, to his trembling breath
She places a kiss, on his lips, smudged
With the sheen from his vine
Where flows the forbidden nectar
Reserved in a cellar until time chimes
Stroking his shaft with long smooth caresses
Her eyes run deep into his with longing
Her own anticipation, grows, wanting

Bent over with both ankles tightly grasped
The wooden paddle, smooth against his saddle
She probed and spread his thighs with the handle
On the first lick his dick went impossibly stiff
His body thrust forward with each stinging hit
Twenty more strokes he was ready to explode
Breaking all resistance, silent tears of pain
Streaked with pleasure of his Mistress reign

Years of training, kept his composure
With every swat, that slapped across his ass
Rosy red from the smacks, throbbing down thighs
Her eyes wide, with a vampires hunger
Licking Her lips, saliva drips, Her tongue flicks
From Her slaves chin, up his face to his temple
Circling his ear, She darts in and whispers
Tonight you cum, as She holds up a paddle, he whimpers

Mistress throws her head back and laughs, not yet
He’s pushed to the ground and sight is deprived
Leashed and collared he’s forced to stay at Her side
Down the hall on fours, an obedient Pet makes Her wet
Led to the bed, placed on his back, exposing his stomach
Tied to four posters he feels the bed dip, up She climbs
Lower a dripping quim on his mouth for a mutual gamahuche
Gorged, blindfold and bonds freed, the Slave must now see

She moved into the dark, invisible to Her slaves sight
A lone light shone on Her Pet as he saluted erect
Her eyes sparkled, Her smile beamed
She commanded him to beat his meat
While Her paddle tapped in a rhythm
Her slave followed with his own system
Long and slow, rubbing his own head
Glistening pre-cum shinning his knob red

An out of body experience, his spirit soared above
Watching in awe as he continued to present and rub
To the steady tempo that controlled his very breaths
Held at the edge of blissful madness, he begins to panic
As tingles race up his spine, he is running out of time
Succumbing to the intensity, left his body ecstatic
Sweat poured as he fought the crisis from happening

he went to town, a young buck ready to ride
he beat, beat, beat it and it grew, grew, grew
he recited the name of his Mistress, over and over
he watched Her, watch him, and it thrilled him
he wanted to shine, sparkle and please Her
he felt it coming, he felt it rise, he felt it soar
he heard his Mistress say…”Stop Right There”

Mistress said it was time and mounted his staff
Under Her spell She rode him hard and fast
Buried in Her folds, waterfalls eroded his control
Her Pet thrust up and died as his soul flowed
Sustaining Her youth that would now be shared
Limp and lifeless she hovered over his mouth agape
Spilling their mingled vitality across his lips
The Slave revived, by his tender Mistresses kiss

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A collaboration with WetBliss

Trying to find the words to express the feeling of writing with Bliss. It’s pretty hard!! (pun intended)
Her link is above. Please visit her. Read her work plus other duets she has helped create. You’ll be surprised by the depth…its not just erotica, there is a soulfulness to her story telling. It drives the moment. It drives a yearning. Say it loud or keep it in…we all crave some or all of the fantasy (or is it reality)

Bliss, thank you for this opportunity. When you invited me to write with you I was shocked (honestly) and when we did, I made sure The Slave’s title included a hook for a part 2 (my greediness for more)
I hope there will be, more, as I would enjoy another collaboration with you.
Off to rest now.

Gatorade should create a sport drink for Erotic Writers and Readers
Call it
“G Force One”
Refueling Thrusters haha