Kia T Cooper-Erbst
Writer, poet, author. submissive. Mom of three wonderful human beings. These are the first things that come to mind when I think of myself besides being the obvious.... which is daughter, wife,etc.
A plea to Her and You
* Recently a friend of mine read "bdsmpoem: a plea to Her and you." After reading it, she messaged me asking where was the rest of the story because it was just snippets of conversations that had occurred but most of the juiciness of them had been left out. She was surprised that I was being untrue in how i felt and suggested that for posterity sake that i tell the whole story behind that poem.*
She sat on her knees watching as He showered, his cock lay against his body soapy and sudsy till the rushing water rinsed it nice and clean. Her hands lay trapped under her knees like a good girl waiting for His command as drool dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her breast swaying sending a tiny clatter from her nipple chains as they hung from the jeweled rings.
The Christmas Toy
It was a windy and snowy day and the air smelled of Christmas treats. Trees of various sizes were placed through out the home with decorations done in colors of red and gold. Soft muted sounds of christmas music played in the background while the chiming of bells seemed to ring through the air.
A sigh echoed in the air perfumed by an irritating aroma of spice that makes one want to gag. A curvy leg kicked out into the air and lazily bobbed up and down as its owner relaxed even more against a eggplant colored couch. The muted sounds of a show broke the stillness of the quiet a few minutes later.
writers and mental health
Its been a while since I've written something for here and that is a shame but it couldn't be helped. I have been dealing with stress and it was showing in the way that i feel about my writing. So i just basically gave up for a while until i could bring myself to even jot down stuff.