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.

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.

 

Neither Our Demand

I like watching my pink substitute slide into your cunt.

I love hearing you moan, enjoying the moment.

I adore the times that you jerk into bliss.

That orgasmic smile, that look of shock as you get your fix.

I hate that I’m not there in place with my cock.

I despise that a toy gives some of what I’ve got.

I abhor that I’ll substitute you with my hand.

For neither are the real thing which we demand.

 

Play Time

Don’t be shy,

Don’t hide,

Open your legs,

Open them wide.

Let me see,

See my fetish,

Show your pussy,

That which I relish.

Stroke her slowly,

Rub your clit,

Get her wet,

Drool lubricating spit.

Then go to town,

Masturbate hard,

Cum unshackled,

Morals discard.

Buck your hips,

Reality blurred,

Cum unravelled,

Let your bubble burst.

Then fall spent,

Lie on back,

Recover breathing heavy,

Try to relax,

And watch me wank,

As I take my turn.

Watch me stroke,

Study, observe.

Enjoy the sight,

Take in what you see,

My swollen cock,

About to spurt seed.

Listen for the catch,

That change as I breathe,

My balls rise tight,

As I cum and spurt free.

My belly splattered,

Covered, slick,

If only you were here,

To greedily lick.

But you see what you love,

What you see holds sway,

Turned on even more,

You again start to play.