Sunday’s Sinful Suggestion

Please let me offer a suggestion.
A thought of what you might need.
I think it’d help release stress.
Help you feel good, perhaps fill you with glee.
Let me impart a little suggestion.
An idea for some time to yourself.
Be it in the shower, in bed, or behind a closet door.
Just go, I promise, it’s good for your health.
Let me assist you with a suggestion.
Just go wherever to find the real you.
Go and get off in the best way you can.
You’ll feel much better, I know it to be true.
Let me offer this glorious suggestion.
In good faith that it will always be.
That the best things we can do for ourselves.
Come with our own touch and sinful sexuality.

Touched

My touch soaks in, through your eyes to your mind.
Your hand conveys desires I write.
Self pleasure, self love, inspired by me.
The dreams I commit to the page set free.
Reading you create the scene within.
You and me envisaged in blissful sin.
Sighs of joy you stifle to hide.
Until you can’t til lust lets fly.
My touch now seems oh so real.
It courses to create the glow you feel.
And to think I lie a thousand miles away.
But somehow I still touched your soul today.

A Sex Life Improvised

Hidden away,
Hiding to play.
To play for me,
Good girl for Daddy.
Hard nipples clamped,
Wet clit slapped.
Fingers licked,
Inside they dip.
Juices squelch,
Contractions felt.
Shuddering you cum,
Your video done.
I’m watching now,
Mind blown, wow!
Cock hard as rock,
Wanking into sock.
Like horny teens,
I get you, you get me.
Cumming for each other,
Separated lovers.
Waiting to unite,
To fuck dirty as we’d like.
But for now biding time,
With a sex life improvised.