The Fantasy

The fantasy
The dream
Your naked
Your bound
Your knees
High as chin
Open wide
Cunt glistening proud
Wand
In my hand
Vibrating
As it rests
Pushed hard
Upon clit
Til you’re a shaking
Orgasmic mess
The fantasy
The dream
You’ve no choice
In what comes
For I’m in control
I decide
When you are finished
When I am done.

Scream

Scream you little bitch,
No-one will hear.
There’s nothing like fucking,
That induces a little fear.
Wondering if the rope,
At your throat’s too tight.
Or if your skin will break,
As I take bite after bite.
Scream you little whore,
No one could cares less.
If I batter your arse,
Leave a bruised tender mess.
Wondering If you’ll be able,
To sit any time this week.
Or your swollen used cunt,
Will shrink back to petite.
Scream you little slut,
If you want all that’s in store.
Put your face in your pillow,
And scream out for more.

Next Time We Meet

I’ve been pondering what I want,

What we do next time we meet?

Whether I fuck you with all our toys,

Or consume you without accompaniment, neat.

I’ve been envisaging us together again,

In our place with our best friend lust.

Whether I tie you down to give and take,

Or leave you free to help and adjust.

I’ve been dreaming the dreams we’ve always made true,

Each one has been hotter than hot.

And I don’t care what the hell we do!

As long as we give all that we’ve got.

 

 

Love and Lust

I love to see you collared.

To see that I own you.

I love to see you in rope.

Knotted and looped through.

I love your arse plugged.

Prequel to our play.

I love to eat your pussy.

To feel you swoon and sway.

I love to make love.

To fuck adventurously.

I love to cum inside.

Let my seed flow into thee.

I love how you love.

Everything we do.

I love how love and lust.

Is the foundation of us two.