Unchained

I soil my shorts,

Precum mess for you.

Can’t wait to get home,

I’ll tell what I’ll do.

I’ll look at your pictures,

Last night’s latex in black.

I’ll pull out my cock,

Pull the foreskin back.

My glands glisten,

Fluid lubricant leaked.

My phallus throbbing,

As now I beat.

Whispering thoughts,

MY little pervert whore.

Fucking with her dildo,

Filling cunt and more.

Then it happens,

As I vigorously wank.

I fire cum over my torso,

It’s you who I thank.

For our lust is shared,

You and I.

A perverted pair,

We could never deny.

So, now we share,

Our masturbatory play.

Until we next meet,

And let loose, unchained.

Spreadsheet

Working on a spreadsheet?

Or spread working on a sheet?

Churning numbers in cells small,

Or filling your boxes up to my balls.

Close the screen you work too much,

Come play with Daddy, come play and Fuck.

Audit me, my length, check it’s value.

Extract the sum, let me cum inside you.

Microsoft? No! Macro fucking hard,

Come on working girl work me with your arse.

I Lie And Gaze

I lie and gaze upon the most sexual being I have ever known.

She uses her appurtenance with deft expertise, which over time has grown.

She knows how to make the toy she has work so very very well.

Watching her get off like this makes more than my heart surge to swell.

I lie and gaze upon this scene hard cock now in my hand.

Pleasure given as mutual benefit between this woman and man.

Oh how I long to reach beyond the screen upon which you’re viewed. 

But patience is required for it’s only time that separates me and you.

I lie and gaze upon spent girl as flacid mess adorns my crotch.

I lie and gaze upon my girl my Beauty who again I long to touch.

 

 

Just a little diddle

The useless method of my valor

My body was bow-ing…

As I was looking out the window at bow-ing

Trying to get off, in time with those take-offs

A hangar there, a hangar here

Coming out of your closet…

That folded shirt

An un-wrinkle in time

That shows your checkered past

That story about how you are built-to-last

Only you can go the distance

Only you can finish this race

But…

My panties are there to be used

To cushion the flow, and capture your blow

My body is your body

Damn right I’m naughty

Speaking in my riddle

And all the while…

I’m still craving just a little…

Diddle

Graced with rope

Slender body,

Long lithe limbs.

Graced with rope,

Tied for sin.

Openly fettered,

No guard to protect.

As fingers probe,

Your lust wet.

Tongue and lips,

Tease mercilessly.

A whisper to a slave,

Cum for me.

And then my Beauty,

As you tense to release,

I stop, I laugh,

Your bastard Beast.

More than just bed

I love the line your suspenders take,
Framing your arse along with nets.
That fall away along the longest legs,
The kind that’d make any man beg.

You look over, toned, tattooed shoulder,
Narrowing eyes to a look that smoulders.
A look that says you need your Beast,
A look that invites him to grasp his treat.

So on cue he does just that,
He spins you around your arse he slaps.
Before grabbing two handfuls to squeeze,
And forcing a kiss to weaken your knees.

Tongues entwine, lust blood flows,
Cunt moistened, cock grows.
Hard now clamped between your thighs,
Throbbing in need, a need to be inside.

So Beauty you’re lifted to perch tables edge,
As I hold and pierce you with just my head.
A sigh, a groan, happy but needing more.
Net clad legs wrap, to pull in all.

Fingers caress flat belly and breasts,
Cock slips in and out, you’re oh so wet.
Grasping my hands to squeeze your tits,
Taking me in, rotating hips.

Finding a pace that brings pure pleasure,
I whisper the words “I want this forever!”
Eyes wide, meeting mine,
As both us lovers near that time.

Then letting go, you cry out and swoon,
Cumming with me as I fill your womb.
Hot streaks of passion thoroughly doused,
By fluids gushing, lust let out.

Not withdrawn, I pull you up to my lips,
I give you my love a tender kiss.
Before lifting you off the tables edge,
I carry you to a night of more than just bed.