Daydreaming

Sat at work daydreaming of things we’ll do.

Sat hiding a hard on, yes it was true.

Those things that some might think depraved.

Those things some think dirty things we crave.

Sat daydreaming of anal sex, skull fucking too.

With a hidden hard on that belongs inside you.

Those things that we simply need and adore.

Like a cunt full of cum fucked hard til it’s sore.

I sat daydreaming today and I mailed to tell you.

Of my cock and my thoughts of all that we’d do.

And as I expected you replied and agreed.

That I’m not alone in what I need.

The Wall

Slide me to the edge

And fold me down

I fall in line

I stay in line

When exactly did I become…

Uncomfortable and numb?

Plucking at the thick air

Whipping my hair

I live for the music

Until you’re near

Then I live for you

I’m dreaming today

A day-dream

About that bed

About that edge

About your mouth

My heart just let out a gasp

Impossible to Stifle

“I miss you Beast”

via Daily Prompt: Stifle

Sat on the sofa

You’re sat on the sofa.

Your thoughts wander to me.

Slipping your hand into your panties.

Stroking just to feel.

Feel the slick wet warmth.

The tingling up inside.

The juices coating probing fingers.

The taste of cunt sublime

You’re sat on the sofa.

In masturbatory bliss. 

Pushing yourself until you cum.

A demand of your own, your fix.