Masturbatory Fad

I have you before my eyes,

Long limbs clad in latex.

Long blonde hair in plait pigtails,

Something to hold during face sex.

But not today, today I watch,

As you simmer hot before me.

Teasing as you unzip the crotch,

To show what you know will please me.

Your slick lil cunt glistening wet,

Your fingers slowly rubbing your clit.

Dipping inside to test the heat,

More fingers in just to see if they fit.

My cock in my hand,

Stroking in time.

How it’s not inside you,

Is such a crime.

But sometimes it’s fun!

To put on a show.

As you cum for your Daddy,

And I blow my load.

Then we ease back down,

To a much slower pace.

For today is a marathon,

Not a sprinting dash race.

We’ll cum again,

Once we can.

You on your fingers,

Me in my hand.

Watching each other,

Wanting so bad.

Cumming together,

A masturbatory fad.

 

Director’s Cut

Let’s make a porno,

Set cameras up.

Let’s show the world,

How we fuck.

Set a story,

A cheesy script.

Starting of course,

With you sucking my dick.

The next scene,

Me eating your cunt.

Before talking nasty,

And licking your butt.

Then the finale!

The climax on film

Fucking and cumming,

Both arse and cunt filled.

But unlike real life,

That’s where it’ll end.

No love, no snuggles,

Just the latest porn trends.

Maybe ours could be different?

Maybe we’ll show our love?

Showing all that we did,

Like a director’s cut.

Words Of Pure Sin

I want you to read my words,

I want them to get you wet.

I want you to imagine me,

Giving what the type sets.

I want you to dance, to revel,

To delve within heart and flesh.

To drag out deep seated lusts,

That I know your head contests.

I want you to show me,

To show my labours bore fruit.

I want to see you in sinful flight,

I do not want to see you cute.

I want your fingers working,

Hand thrusting false phallus in.

I want you crying my name as you cum,

Inspired by my words of pure sin.

 

Can You Feel Me?

Can you feel me?

The warm rigidity of my length sliding into your wet pool of arousal.

Can you feel me?

The stretch as your labia, sorely underused opens to accommodate.

Can you feel me?

The tight grip my hands have as they pin you down by your wrists.

Can you feel me?

The sharp shock that dulls to an ache as my teeth bite into your slender neck.

Can you feel me?

The loss, the total loss of control that I’ve wrestled from you as I dominate.

Can you feel me?

The eruption, the seismic surge that explodes out from your core as you cum under me.

Can you feel me?

All this, all that we’ve done, every second burned into your memory as it’s burned into mine.

Can you feel me?