Bit Of Fun

The shiver,

The tingling in your toes.

Fighting the urge,

As your dependency shows.

Please Daddy,

Please can I play.

Such a sorrowful plea,

Begging I give way.

But no my love,

Its not your time.

Get on your knees,

Make me decide.

If your a good girl,

And relieve Daddy of his cum.

I might, I just may?

Let Babygirl have her own bit of fun.

Time

Time doesnt pass like time passes with you.

I don’t lose hours, lose time like we do.

It seems to drag as I wait for your words.

It seems to stand still til your voice is heard.

Then when we get chance fast forward’s engaged.

We talk or hold hands and it picks up a pace.

It goes too quick, flies cos of the fun.

It passes us by til we’re finally done.

Then the breaks bind and time stands still.

Forever we wait, that is until.

Our time comes, a time just for us.

And suddenly time has that same old rush.

Edge of the Bed

Edge of the bed,

My cock in your throat.

Legs widely spread,

Vibrations, you’re afloat.

Riding the dream,

A dream that’s so real.

Gagging on cream,

What you want to feel.

Milk every last drop,

Moaning as you cum.

The vibrator stops,

We’ve both had our fun.

 

Violence In Sex

There’s a violence in sex,

That’s hard to explain.

A hand squeezing your throat,

Yet it arouses not pains.

You like being thrown down,

And used fucking hard.

Sometimes that isn’t acceptable,

In the wider world it’s barred.

I’d happily ask you,

To whip my bare arse.

But if it was true punishment?

I’d never want that vote passed.

So, we live in a world,

Where passions contradict.

I’m so glad they do,

For sex should be varied, never ever fixed.