Under You, On You

Moments spent under you, on you

Lesions of love, breaking

Splitting into two

What am I supposed to do…?

Deny it’s real, deny that we are real?

Yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…

You saw it too? Right?

Me plus you Daddy

And all that lovely warm goo…

A hologram sparked

Our hearts were shaking

And we made a fire in our four-walled forest

While the visions danced between us

Moving and swaying to the moist music we made

A love like this

Without inhibition

Is our human-condition nutrition

And you willingly pay the price of my admission

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My sweet sexy Beast!

I love you, I love you, I love you

Thankyou for coming and cumming to see me 😉

 

Lyft me up

It was a lyft coming right at me
Crossing the line, you just don’t
And my heart seized
Remembering how you teased

How we giggled as we followed one another
Deep into our never never land
Our promises, our swearing
We made our BFF pact…
This would be an adventure of a lifetime

And then,
My cat-like reflexes averted disaster
My path took another swerve

Daily Prompt: Sleeve (Never judge a book by its cover)

Never judge a book by its cover,

The sleeve gives nothing away.

No-one would ever guess,

The pervery in our day to day.

As we sipped tea in the garden together,

You asked me “Daddy do others perceive?”

“Would they have an inkling?”

“Of what is you and me.”

And as we pondered your question,

A thought came to my mind.

If they could indeed tell about us,

They might be shocked?

Or perhaps aroused by what they find.

So, never judge a book by its cover,

As the sleeve gives nothing away.

And I hope the others in the world’s gardens,

Have as much fun as us in their own perverted play.

via Daily Prompt: Sleeve

Daily Prompt: Song (Oh Little Girl)

Oh little girl, little girl,

I’ve written a song for you.

A song I think you’d like,

It’s about what we do.

Some might say it’s wrong,

That it’s pornographic filth.

But they don’t have to listen,

They can remain old and stiff.

Oh little girl, little girl,

It talks about our sex.

About the way we fuck,

Some passages, quite complex.

They tell of lollipops and plugs,

Of lingerie and toys.

Of lots of lube and fingers too,

How all are gainfully employed.

Oh little girl, little girl,

I so hope you love the tune.

And think of it when we next dance,

Under a sinfully full blue moon.

via Daily Prompt: Song

Daily Prompt: Haul (Disciplined Ordeal)

Haul your arse up here,

Sit on my lap.

Tell daddy you love him,

Whilst wiggling for a slap.

Slip off your knickers,

Bend over my knee.

Tell me you’re naughty,

With that look of sheer glee.

Let me hear you,

Shriek a happy squeal.

Let’s enjoy this punishing,

Disciplined ordeal.

 

Hehehe… hardly an ordeal my Beauty, huh?

via Daily Prompt: Haul

Philosophy of sin

Are we sinners living with sin?

Are we damned to how we give in?

Are we enlightened? Happy to say. 

I’ll not be unhappy, not every day.

Is it bad my winsome girl?

To dress up and play in our role play world. 

Or is it adorable, loving and right. 

That we snatch what we love for just a few nights. 

I’ll ask you this, sin? Philosophise please.

But I’ll not classify sin, to that which brings peace.