Wonderful In Retrospect Like Kink Usually Is (But sometimes is not)

Created by Jesse Lee aka Oregonleatherboy 

Kink Art At The Heart Kink Poetic Prose Dripping From My Nose Down Onto My Toes

R3m3mb3r this feeling from when i (eye) was a little kid

the water would rush down the driveway so fast

And  my daydreaming head cocked sideways at the base like a gay

where the curb met driveway

Would bend like an L all sharp and lisping not a word as spell check would would

Taunts me enough as it is, as if it could, could

Double my work when writing

Double my self doubt which am already fighting

Is it memory throwing tantrum tossing in the pity parties of my youth

The pity parties will never pass for this lifetime the soul walks on glass

From personal collectives of the remains of what was thought as normal

Or formal or form fitting for anything but disgrace

To split the head which was already hanging

Dropping tears like Stevie’s landslide

It was the lack of love that brought it down

Pinned By The Thorns Of Nasty Men Rocking In Their 1980’s Booze Cradles

When she wore leather and lace

And climbing the mountains of love following her white dove of youth that scattered smoldering a beautiful young woman’s dreams torn at the seams

What is a virgin to do but needy smothering disguised as mothering

When the lack of love would bring her down

Pinned by thorns of nasty men to King in their 1980s booze cradles

 Such Fermented Fury For Who Knows The Cause?  Saw No Laws, Or Light Or Turn Away In Fright

Sports cars of baseball bat fury that left the neighbor nearly dead

A metal club to his head when he parked on the street in a spot

And my step-dad left him to rot in that spot until the ambulance came

Such fermented fury for who knows the cause would see no laws, or light

Or turn away in fright

Which turned me kinky that night?

Slow Gushing Streams Of Red From Neighbor’s Head Happened When Rog Saw Red

In slow gushing streams of blood from the neighbors head was what happened when Roger saw red like the veins that were always in the white of his eye riding that cocaine high

When he would force me to lie it would turn me on and on and on so long as secrets are stashed and I continue submitting to his alpha jurisdiction the predilection was my dick in pre pube delight shooting blanks

 Knelt In Praying Position Begging For Remission Hands Hung Beside Hips Cock Pressed Between Lips

Before puberty tanks and turned titties into lollipops my cheeks could ski with perfect degree to plant my dick in a cunt; tight leather on her rump for young me to hold & hump which was my nature for many years before starting to fuck queers in a closet

filled with leather galore of my step-dad 50 or more to match up with his furs which he wears and purrs than pulls his lady inside wrapping her full body in animal skin which is so tight on his muscled sin

my eyes can’t look away staring into the smooth leather or sheen fur pelt as she knelt in praying position begging for remission hands hung beside her hips with a cock pressed between her lips smothered by big paws until the limp body falls

Purr Came From Spot Within Monsters Chest Where Heart Was Skinned & Tanned Like Every Man Who Ever Turned Me On

A tension can be felt the first time it scared me like she was dead for with this anxious air arms and legs flailing with a muffled yell the arms and legs fell in a sudden defeat rocking motionless the purr came from a spot within the monsters chest most likely where the heart was skinned and tanned like every man who ever turned me on the coldness sings a song that rapes the love from my head and leaves me quietly waiting in his bed

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Children Who Smoke Never Grow Or Sow The Seed Of Security Maturity Living Under Thumb Of Leather Glove

What is not dead must be alive is the devils lie

Lying devils don’t strive for remission that is our decision

unless submission as the holy father sure does know

Children who smoke never grow or sow the seed of security

Maturity living under the thumb of his leather glove

And that’s how the mind recorded daddy love

In Slow Suffering Hard On Agony

In slow suffering hard on agony as I struggled to breathe in the car with the windows shut

Started to throw up a large hand cupped my face that held me in place with leather suctioning my nose, mouth and sometimes ear with that painful pop caused break of the seal Dad saw my huge eyes with his getting bigger.

Getting Sick At Six With A Hard Prick In The Passenger seat

With every move made his one arm helding fast to the seat the other one took a lighter which had somehow landed on my lap with our commotion.  In a strange moment and still to my disbelief today his big hand cupped my entire package while relighting cigar. 

 DIzzy, confused getting sick at six with a hard prick in the passenger seat.  One final plea came a flashing red sea bent over his knee pulled right through the seat belt.  

My cries were not heard very far for he plucked his cigar with the juicy spit end of which nothing could fend or bend.  Some strange notion my heart would lend he was trying to be my friend which submission would always mend.

Kinky Monster In Flesh With Sexual Fire For Breath

It was a monster in flesh with fire for breath plus a pack a day when not tucking a cigar under the fat lip from which smoke would slip through as dad sipped it from thick beard hair before like magic slipped into the air disappearing from there as I watched at his feet every puff so complete and the blow out so neat in slow suffering strokes. 

If the poem meshed journal about my erotic hurdle is not cohesive with so many points at hand let me sand away the lines my audience reads in between to point out the beam that connects these heavy thoughts.

Dropping The Prose Let Me Read In Between Those Lines For You

Dropping the prose, please gather what is available in that for it is all true.  When starting to write none of these thoughts existed I started writing about kindergarten.

  Halfway through first grade we moved in with Roger my step-dad never having met my real biological asshole.  August before my second grade year he put the neighbor in a coma with a metal baseball bat for parking in his spot.

Furious & surely a bit nervous about two things:

Mom would question where he had gone with me and driving the woman he just choked out and fucked while purring like a cheetah in his cheetah fur.  Found out since that fur coat was highly illegal, insanely expensive and I can’t wait to fuck in one someday.

  Truth there will be purring and growling.  My eyes witnessed the whole thing.  In fact when thinking she was dead I yelled out and Rog glared at me with a strange purr that said shut door and leave.

As I did my face could not stop watching her body just hang limp in his arms while slipping his big cock in.  Not sure if this was an arrange, but I assume because my memories recall 3 other events with different ladies getting purred while mom was at work.  

It was all strange feelings to me that it took years to process because it felt really dirty and wrong to submit.

 Strange Times Call For Stranger Recollections As OLB Reconnects The Severed Connections

Especially as a young man in the alpha universe of Philadelphia where friends and family threw pity parties just to toughen up.  

My post is way long enough as it is and if any one reaches this point it is a miracle and a credit to the reader in societies slow devolvement back to illiteracy.  OLB will define ‘pity party’ another rambling ADHD nostalgic ramble. 

That Is How We Bonded In The
‘Jack It’ Closet

This all happened in one night.  After dropping her off is when my nausea due to nicotine overdose caused the fury to emerge.  Should have felt weird or scarred me somehow, but was one of my favorite memories and only real father son moment in my life.

When my mouth was plugged with that gar I learned submission and how amazingly free it could feel.  The desire was at peak and I was just going into second grade which gave me a few years to sum in every jacket he owned which was over 50.

 It is a fact because when OLB was 13 started fucking chicks.  Every girl would get a different leather and would get tucked right there in Dads walk in jacket closet.  That was how we bonded in the ‘jack it’ closet.

Conclusion To The Kink Conjured Up One Curious Night

That and forgot the best part which is pretty badass.  When the neighbor got beat down the blood started gushing immediately and he was out cold.  It was late at night and chilly with my shirt vomited on I was bare chested.  

My step-dad swiftly took the man’s leather vest off and wrapped me in it before the cops came and arrested him.  In the end he spent 2 weeks in jail, the neighbor moved out within 2 months and OLB still hase vest.

True story and not sure if posting it is a good idea, but there is no shame.  It was fucking wonderful in retrospect, but kinky usually is

Much Love & Thank You