Blow til it Pops

I took five in total.

One red balloon, one yellow, three blue.

Blowing the blues up and bouncing them round.

Feeling sexy as hell, while literally bound.

Releasing the air for only a few.

Blow til I pop, right along with the red balloon.

Releasing a wave, a rush~ no way to explain.

The satin feeling of yellow on my skin I do indeed like.

Don’t pop my balloon, I want to keep it all night.

The smell of latex, stimulates my mind.

Inhaling through my nose I take in its scent, knowing it will remain long after I’m spent.

The sounds of breathing with a balloon close to my face.

The squeak as my teeth grasp the latex.

Pop! A slight sting to my face triggers waves of pleasure through my body…..

Yes,  it can be.

A small room of balloons, I know just the place.

Filled to the brim, very little space.

I know you will find me, popping balloons as you go.

Balloon collateral damage, until we blow.


Ah….balloon fetish poetry,



  1. Anonymous says:

    I love that story its awesome. gosteelers.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Great – very sensual 🙂

  3. Anonymous says:

    very nice…other thoughts? please share!

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