Did You Really Squirt?

Did you really think of me,

As you came gushing over your rug.

Did you picture your daddy’s cock,

Imagine it inside you, did we fuck?

Did I arouse you that much,

That you lost control, did you really squirt?

Did you ejaculate,

Like me when I’m wanking, did you spurt?

I hope you did,

I want you to lose all control.

I need to hear that you did,

To warm my perverted filthy soul.

Suckle

I love to suckle,

To suck and lick.

I love to nibble,

To bite and pinch.

I love your breasts,

Your itty bitty lil tits.

I love their always erect,

Your suckable lil nips.

I want them in my mouth,

I want them clamped.

I want to play,

To get you aroused.

I want to spank,

Perhaps flick.

But I’d say suckling,

Is my favourite thing.

Thursday

Hello world!

How’s your Thursday?

Mine’s not bad,

It’s been okay.

It could be better,

I’ll tell you how.

I could be snuggled,

Cuddling beauty now.

We could be kissing,

Caressing at play.

Our hands could be wandering,

Finding that special place.

Our breathes could quicken,

As we rub and stroke.

Soooo excited,

As we go for broke.

Jerking, shaking,

Losing our minds.

Cumming together,

Perfectly timed.

Then snuggling down,

In the warmest glow.

As Thursday passes,

Our stresses gone, let go.

Sneak

I could sneak away once in a while,

I could sneak a kiss, share a knowing smile.

Sneak into a room for so much more,

Me and you, both acting like whores.

You could sneak away from time to time,

Sneak a kiss and that knowing smile.

We could wonder away into the brush,

And fuck like animals, unbridled and rough.

We could sneak away just for fun,

No reason other than what needs to be done.

You and I playing like naughty kids,

Hiding what really doesn’t need to be hid.