The Time Had Cum.
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Posted:Jun 1, 2013 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2013 3:42 pm
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Caught again, short skirt, high heels, taunt nipples. Bending over applying pretty pink to my lips. Your hand pushes aside my panties and fingers reach and stroke my cunt and arse hole.
"Before you leave, come to my study"
The study, FUCK. Thinking about it makes me tingle, it is where the deepest, darkest taboo occurs. Out of bounds, forbidden unless invited.
Knocking on the heavy door, the thud matches my heart, the throb of my pussy.
"Enter, go to the light"
into darkness. One candle lite upon the desk, beside it a glass plug I had not seen before. On its base a card to read.
To Dolly,
Insert. Make me pleased to have a girl slut like you, who likes to put on a show, be viewed.
Picking it up, its heavy, glass, smooth, cool. Up to now the smallest size had stretched, the time had come to be opened more.
Leaning over the corner of the desk, belly down, butt high and up, panties pulled down. Leaving them at my knees, legs open butt tight.
"Lube it with you spit"
Into my mouth, it feels bigger, colder, harder. How will it feel in my tight anus, knowing eyes are watching and wont be denied the vision.
"Insert"
FUCK. The tip slides over my slit, so cool, so smooth. Against my tight hole, posed. The first push, my nipples harden, it sends tingles down my spine.
Another push, my cunt is aware, feels the void of emptiness. The tingle becomes a heat in my belly.
"All of it"
Again, the push becoming force. OMG FUCK it feels so good. Violated, on view, the glass holding me open and my pussy free. The feel of your soft fingers traveling over upturned buttocks. The tug and pull, feeling the resistance, the tightness of my sweet hole.
"Now go have your fun, I know you will keep yourself for me"
Leaving, my hem down, panties up. Short skirt and heels. Your little sweet girl with a secret.
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Pony tail tale.
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Posted:May 29, 2013 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2013 3:45 pm
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My little pony's tail now placed.
My mouth to be gagged, muzzled.
Two nipples to be grasped, bridled.
The owner, saddled in my cunt
Upturned buttocks take the brunt
Riding thrusts, I take it all.
A whip, is needed, Daddys pony .
AN ALTERNATIVE MUSE:
A filly, You make me.
My tail, Your mare. Floored, ready for Your domestication.
My flanks, Your mark. Branded by my riders hand.
The first lesson of many, I learn.
Present, Stay Still, Stay There. Your commands.
My tail is Yours, to lift, satisfy demands.
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Price of lust
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Posted:May 29, 2013 7:21 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 4:13 am
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I am her, she is me.
The nude on the stage,
all eyes I lead.
Naked at auction, who will bid.
Upon my form, nature yet defined.
A gentle caress, a care?
A cruel hard master to bare?
What value will be set
on me, the standing there.
How many cocks will twitch
creating the bids, to raise.
"She will lighten your load,
both balls and pocket"
the auctioneer's promise.
"Fresh meat" he exclaims,
"Captured down at the glade.
Tempted by moon light,
She climbed into our cage.
Tight, taunt, a tempting
Here today! who will bid more?"
The goddess gone,
now dirtied, covered in the dust,
I kneel, lowered, now the
Learning the price of mans lust.
Whose hand will I next feel,
will it harm, will it heal?
A sexy songbird in cage
or the free goddess of the glade?
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Blow job vrs Cock sucking.
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Posted:May 29, 2013 6:45 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2013 4:41 pm
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You lay back to enjoy, its your treat
As you watch her head disappear under the sheet.
Its your birthday, her mouth you get to use
Rather than its verbal abuse.
Her slap of hand, when hand in her hair.
Shes not like that, no going there.
Laying back, feeling dry suck,
Your mind wanders to another fuck.
That cocksucker, lover of cock,
whose hot mouth wants the lot.
To have his meat deep, fuck her face
Spurting cum, cock sucking disgrace.
Balls relieved, last pump done.
Gushed from you, hot, strong cum.
The cold rush of air, brings you back.
Her retreat, as cold as ice.
You promised not to, (its not nice)
Is it worth the verbal out pour
to treat your wife like a ?
Perhaps I could have titled this pussycat vrs tiger.
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Are collars real?
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Posted:May 28, 2013 4:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2013 10:24 pm
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My throat is taken. A label applied.
The noun, the verb:
SLUT. Both my name and nature.
Does it need written down, for others to view?
We know its there, me and You.
Collar needed to learn to obey
How to answer to my name.
To be cuffed, to gag,
to choke, its the game.
Willingness to learn,
understand the commands.
Present my throat for the collar at hand.
A young bitch pup, wanting a lead
Hard alpha Dog,
knows my need.
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Who am I
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Posted:May 25, 2013 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 4:02 am
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If I was to walk pass you, traffic in a hall,
would you see a sweet heart or a tattered .
To see the sparkle in my eye, that matches my grin. Is it a happy face, or a welcome in.
I can be what you want me to be, a talent or a curse. (Good thing I come free, protects a sporran purse.)
A talent, a slut, a delight, a desire!
Always made up within the hour.
Who I am, what I am to be. That's your interpretation of me. Decisions made on the surface of a shallow sea.
Beneath the speckle of sun, in the pools of deep
creatures snap and lunge, my guardians I keeps.
A man can lay claim, declare hes won
until he gets eaten, oh what a shame.
Be careful what you wish for, it may come true.
Dark hair, green eyed, a short dress of blue.
One day my view may be you.
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I want to feel your fingers.
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Posted:May 24, 2013 11:48 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 4:05 am
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hard against my flesh,
I wish to call you fucker
as I beat against your chest.
I want the animal out
her, the lady, locked in.
I want to be harsh against you
and say words out loud
That in the light of day
would shock, draw gasps from the crowd
Let me growl your name,
in guttural tones,
demanding more.
The language used,
when two infused...
A lingo of its own.
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Tough titties.
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Posted:May 23, 2013 11:48 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2013 1:22 pm
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I looooooove my wee titties. They are so much fun, so delectably easy, I cant leave them alone.
After this many years, I should be over them. Glad, so glad the shear delight of they're mine, has not worn off.
I dont leave them alone, why should I?
During the day, a soft thumb forefinger hold and stretching my nipple, letting it snap back. One then other, feeling the engorgement, as the minutes pass. Sensitivity of such a soft touch that has been extended to feel so much more.
The heaviness of my breasts become greater, the cupping one in palm, then other. Becoming aroused, blood fulled, heated. Clasp, pull, release.
My nipples ache, to be suckled, milked, a mouth to apply soft suction that relieves my tension. A letting down, a release, a natural response, female mammal stimulated glands.
Each day I wait for the mouth to arrive. Each day in vein, Tough titties for me.
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