Sensual Gratifications - Chapter 1

These are my streets.

Bought and paid for...

By the sweat...

And the blood...

Of my family.

I prowl these streets...

Hunting for food...

That fills my being...

With the sweet taste of conquest...

Over an unsuspecting damsel.

These are my streets.

Those that know of me...

Tremble in delight.

Sometimes in dreadful passion...

Of long, long nights...

Bending...

Sometimes breaking...

Their mind,

Their body,

Their soul to my will.

These are my streets.

Older or younger...

Makes little difference to me.

I'll befriend, bemuse, bedazzle...

All who become my prey.

Taking them to my lair...

Where there is no release...

Without my pleasure.

I reward those who do well.

Punish traitors and incompetents.

These are my streets.

I am the alpha queen of alphas.

No other female can claim me...

In my own territory.

My will is second to none.

If I desire you,

I will have you.

You will moan for me...

Begging for more...

Sweet release.

These are my streets.

Dusk is fast approaching.

My hunger for delicious fruits...

Is building with every step.

My hips and ass sways as a predator's.

Sinister and seductive.

Capable of luring prey to me.

My long legs, glide effortlessly...

Over the paths...

Of this concrete jungle.

These are my streets.

I come upon a friend's coffee house...

Or rather she is a past conquest...

That now caters to my tastes.

Fresh meat.

Viewing myself in the store front window...

My long brown hair...

Coming down to my B cup breasts...

I happen to catch a glimpse...

Of her.

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I want to thank those who reviewed and provided feedback for this first story/poem. I would also like to give special mention to two people who inspired me directly and indirectly to write this. First, Kinkylucy helped me develop the initial story and helped me to flesh parts of it out. If this first story does well, I hope to write one or more follow up stories/poems to this one based upon what we developed. The other person of interest I'd like to thank is someone who doesn't even know of my existence, but it was her powerful story/poems of mistresses and domination that lead me to write this story in this manner.

That's all for now. I hope you've enjoyed my story.