Bound to Deny

Bend over my sweet,
Showcase your arse.
Pull panties aside,
See the spell that you cast.
For you know,
Certain for sure.
That I’m captivated,
Desperate for more.
Riveted to the view,
As you tease me hard.
Wanting to reach,
To grope, to grasp.
Moist slim lips,
Glisten to invite.
The taboo little star,
Dark yet so bright.
Bent over before me,
Frustratingly out of touch.
I’m bound to deny,
What I want oh so much.

Awakening

In my mind I saw you in nets, held up by suspenders red.

I imagined you crawling up, slithering onto the bed.

You parted my legs and settled in, a sweet harlot between my knees,

My cock was already hard, aroused by the vision I see.

You grasped the phallus with a filthy grin, as you slowly started to stroke.

Your eyes burning with desire, fires of lust being stoked.

Licking up along it’s length, you kissed upon its head.

Before whispering over the glans, I felt your hot breath.

“I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to drain your seed.”

“I’m going to fill myself with you, because It’s what I need.”

“I want this cock inside me, it filling my very core.”

“And to get what I want, I’m willing to be your whore.”

It’s at this point that I awoke, I was pulled rudely from my dream.

Damn! I cried a desperate cry, I want to get back to that wonderful scene.

Things

The things I’ll do to you,

Once the world gives me a chance.

Are seated mainly with lust,

There’s not much thought for romance.

They’re carnal, they’re base,

They’re what animals do.

They involve us naked,

You wet, me hard, toys and lube.

The things I’ll do to you,

Are things we’ve already done.

So get ready for me my Beauty,

Prepare for when I can come.