Trying Not To Hide

I’d sit and watch,

As you chat and smile.

I’d listen mostly,

Think to interrupt once in a while.

But I couldn’t I’d stay silent,

Enchanted by you.

Your personality,

Shining through.

Your beauty stalling me,

I’d try oh so hard.

But I know I’d fail,

End up watching you depart.

And there’s the regret,

I’d hold for all life.

Too shy to speak up,

Try as I might.

So I’m glad I didn’t see you,

In a cafe or bar.

For there I could only,

Admire from afar.

I’m glad that I met you,

Here in this web.

Where my confidence oozes,

With no sign of dread.

I’m glad that you saw me,

What I hold inside.

For without your love found,

I’d be alone, trying not to hide.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.