I Think, You Will

Will you whimper?

Beg for more,

Beg to stop,

Plead, implore.

Will you let me use the rope?

Keep you from escape,

Do my thing,

Leave you’re soul raped.

I think you will,

Give me my free hand,

You’ll leave me to fulfil,

Each and every demand.

I think you might,

Cos you need like me,

You’ll let me break you,

To set your soul free.

 

Voyuer’s Chair

I picture you in my minds eye,

No attire, bar your thigh highs.

You lie on your bed surrounded by toys,

Lubing the plug which you choose to employ.

Excitedly you turn, rising to all fours,

And slowly force the steel into your core.

I love your groan as your tight anus stretches,

I love the feelings that this horny sight fetches.

Then as it settles you lie back onto your back.

Opening your thighs you stroke your wet crack.

You build the desire you need with your hands,

Before reaching for the dildo, the image of your man.

Sliding it in, it so easily glides,

You imagine me fucking you, beyond closed eyes.

So fucking good, the way it feels,

Pushing your arse down, feeling arse full of steel.

Wetter and wetter, encouraging more speed,

Your stretched open legs buckle at the knee.

Convulsions overwhelm as you jolt and cum.

Squeezing so hard the plug slips from your bum.

Gasping for air as you drop back in a daze,

You haven’t cum so hard in many many days.

But you haven’t had your audience, your Daddy right there,

Watching his big girl play from his voyeur’s chair.

 

 

Daddy’s Secret Sauce

It’s two on one

Then two on two

And the race has begun

For babygirl fun

My fingers don’t touch

Holding so much

Lips follow

And now you’re deep in my hollow

Feeling me swallow

My tongue swirls

And its wetness curls

All the way up

Then back again

Pacifying all my pain

Your lollipop🍭

Well, it just won’t stop

And neither will I

Not until I get my fill

Mouth full of yummy swill

My Daddy’s creamy goodness

His top secret sauce

He makes it just for me

And only me

I love you daddy!😘