It was a pleasing thought.
A present just for her.
A surprise that I knew she would like . . .
I went down to the beach
To decorate the tree that she loved
With satin ropes from the branches.
Tying one with loose ends
Around the trunk.
It was Christmas, and I wanted to please my slave.
When she came to my dungeon,
Which I had decorated with candles
And wine, and incense . . .
Smelled sweet and started to drip immediately
As she said, "awe!"
How I love her mouth when she say's, "awe!"
Remembering my prick between her lips.
So . . .
I took her by the hand leading her from the dungeon
Onto the beach
And she saw the tree with the ropes
Moving gently in the warm breeze
Walked directly To the spot beneath the branches.
My slave held her hands up as I tied her wrists
While I whispered . . . "Remember"?
She whispered . . . "I Remember" . . .
As I tied her legs beside the trunk.
Whispering . . . "Remember"?
And she squirmed as I opened her robe,
And the droplets dripped from her cunt,
And glistened in the moonlight between her thighs.
The ocean lapped at our feet
As I in all my glory
Went down on my knees
Licking the juice that dripped along her thighs,
Touching her clit with my tongue,
Sucking the juice from her cunt.
"Remember", I said
As she cried,
"more ... harder ... stop ... more ... fu...."
"Not yet", I whispered,
As she yelled at the empty beach,
" ... more ... more ... harder ... stop ... fuc ..."
And I bit the tip of her wet clit.
" ... fuck ...!"
"AWE", she screamed
As my finger entered her ass
And I felt my tongue which was buried in her cunt.
"You are my slave", I whispered.
My slave screamed,
"YES ... TAKE ME ... MORE ... HARDER ... FUCK ... SUCK ... DEEPER
You are spread eagle upon my bed,
Your heart shaped cunt open to my gaze.
I love your clit which stands erect
Like an arrow between your lips.
Tiny droplets form in your crack,
Inviting my tongue to dinner.
Tonight I am having you as a appetizer,
For the main course and dessert.
I will sip your juice from a brandy glass
As I smoke my cigar and think of your lips
Around my cock, sucking my shaft.
You are my Valentine and I your Master.
Your eyes close and your hands clinch
As I drive my stiff, hard arrow prick
Deep into your waiting heart-cunt
And we ... and we ... explode together.
Entering my dungeon this morning,
I was met by my favorite slave.
She-wolf came toward in on all fours,
Her pretty ass high in the air.
As she placed her head in my crotch
I knew what she wanted.
What she always wanted.
She-Wolf loved to give me my morning blowjob.
I don't mean she loved it ...
She lived for it!
To give head,
Polish the knob,
Shine the shaft,
Eat the prick,
Swallow the load .........
The light from the candle Cast a shadow on the two figures Tightly wrapped into each other as the flickering light outlined their image on the wall. Stop ... she cried as she tore herself from the strong grasp. "I can't in front of Butch.", "I don't want to with the dog inside.". "Wait", she cried tearing herself from the his hands. "Here Butch ..." she whispered opening the door ... "Go outside and find a cat!". The candle lit her image as the door closed and she with hands outstretched crossed the room to where he lay. Lowering herself onto the floor as she was quickly taken into his grasp. "I would like to be kidnapped"... she whispered as he tied one of her arms to the table leg. "and made into a sex slave for my kidnapper", she whispered as he tied her other arm tightly. "Please be careful", she whispered as his hands parted her young thighs. "Please, be gentle", she whispered as he opened her lips with her tongue. "Please", as he pressed his thumb into her ass. "God", she cried, as candle lit the room and he said ... "slave". "Stop ... harder ... stop ... more ... harder ... she cried as her tongue moistened her lips. "More ... harder ... fuck ... harder ... lick ... suck", she cried as he yelled, "slave ... sex ... slave ... sex" "STOP", she cried louder as the cat screemed and the dog barked. "Fuck ... harder ... surrender ... NO ... NO ... NO", she cried as the dog barked and the cat screemed. Pulling on the roped her wrists were wet ... and she cried as the screems and barks tore through the night. "Let me up", she cried ... helpless she cried as a horn cut through the night like a blast. "Fuck ... let me up ... fuck ... hard ... stop ... more", she yelled as the tires squeeled and the horn blew. "STOP ... more ... harder ... fuck ... more ... STOP", she cried as the tires burned, as the horn blasted, as the cat screemed, as the dog barked, as the car crashed, as she cried, While Butch died, and she cried, and she cried, and she cried, a..n..d s..h..e c..r..i..e..d
I remember fourty like it was yesterday
I had a party on my Birthday
And my friends gave me a present
Of a young girl with poney tails
Which hung down to her waist.
Lovely poney tails which looked
Much like ropes dangling from her head,
Around her shoulders and across her soft tits.
Lovely tits with round areola and pointed nipples
Which fit perfectly between my lips.
I remember fourty and the tits and the braids
And I ate cake from her stomach and drank wine ...
I drank wine from her pussy while she sat
On my face with her braids tickling my nose
As the wine ran into my mouth.
It was sweet wine ... and it was warm,
Nice and warm ... being inside her
And it had a rich flavor ... mixed with her cum.
Wonderful wine and cum and hair and braids
And I lay on my back and drank every drop.
I remember fourty like it was yesterday
I had a party and all my friends
Were there and the little girl with poney tails
Sat on my face and gave me the present
That I remember to this day !
I have been going with a Princess,
Who has been looking for a Prince
While she kissed a lot of Frogs.
Kissing frogs that dress with pride,
Frogs that have all the right manners,
That don't let juice run down their chin
Nor slurp when they drink
Nor snort when they suck.
Frogs that drive nice cars
Wear only the best in fashion
Drop names in all the right places
Not acting without caution and planning
Not taking chances nor experimentation.
In my youth I was nicknamed, "Frog",
Because I had a long tongue
Which I used while kissing lovely cunts.
Kissing pussies which were offered
To the Frog with a nice long touch
That licked the juice running from the hole
And slurped up the cum
And snorted while he drank.
A Frog in love with love,
Thinking about the height of passion
Dropping at a moments notice
While acting with deep penetration
While taking chances with new wonders.
Well, this is the story of a little Princess
Who looked around and found her Prince
After years of kissing a lot of Frogs
Kissed by her Prince as she sat on his face,
His tongue inside her, extended to it's length
Deep in her warmth, circling about
As he slurped up the juice
As he snorted while she moved.
Frog, she said, as she rose up and down.
Where are your manners, why are you crude?
Am I a prude, am I being rude?
I am not planning my actions,
I am experimenting with love?
You are old and you are wise.
And your experience makes me cry
While you lick my cunt and squeeze my tits.
Finger my ass while you suck my cunt dry
Let my orgasm moisten like a storm in the sky
I am yours for now and I want to be held
While you slurp up the cum
While you snort as you run.
Master I want you, deep and forever
A slave I will be, I will do, I will see
With a moments notice I will drop and obey
And you will penetrate deeply
And I surrender meekly.
As a youngster I dreamt of popping cherries
Of young women who had never known
A man's hard member inside their body.
I went through life sad and disappointed.
Then, I met my virgin when I was sixty.
I was just twenty years her senior.
She had a husband, a daughter and a life
And, of course, she had sex in her forty years.
Was she a virgin and in what sense?
If being a virgin is more than a medical term
Of breaking the hymen during one's first time;
She was a virgin in every manner and every way.
Kissing her lips brought her tongue to mine.
As the tips touched, I drew her in,
Through my lips and into my mouth.
She looked for the experience she had never felt.
Making love to her was like holding a child.
In suckling her breasts I felt like a baby
Drinking in the milk of my love mother.
In fact, I was filling my soul with her warmth.
Kissing the lips within the bush between her thighs
Brought a tongue from the folds into the light.
Nestled in my lips and into my mouth I would suck
While she did shudder and moan in pure delight.
Entering her was the first time for both of us.
A virgin experience in every way and every sense.
When I was sixty, I popped my love's cherry,
As we each experienced sex for the first time.
This my dear, is what I say:
My compliment to you
Is the nicest message that I know.
I think of you when I Jack Off
I once wrote this a long very time ago
To someone I loved and missed very much.
Yet I have not had feelings such as this,
Nor did I think that I ever would.
I now find myself alone at night
In bed with myself, playing with myself,
While I see you by my side, next to me
In the dark with your legs apart.
I softly touch you, play with you
As moisture forms between your lips
That are nestled in the hair between your thighs,
You are pink and warm and very soft inside.
Oh, how I love to touch you there
To feel your skin under my fingers
As they slide inside your warm body,
Causing moisture to turn into juice.
My tongue searches your open mouth.
I know my finger will soon follow
So you and I can lick the rich juice.
That we may taste your love as one.
I love the taste of love in love.
As if you in my mind you were reality
Instead of dreams un-drempt
Or just a night of lonely thoughts.
As my hand moves along my hardened shaft
I think of you, of us, of we together.
My movement increases as my eyes close,
Seeing your face twisted with pleasure.
I do love the way you wince
As I slowly lick and pinch and hold.
You beg to be entered as we move together
And I stroke harder, faster and harder.
With you beneath me, in my mind and soul
I drive myself, closing my eyes tightly
Before I scream as I shoot into the air
The life of no one, because no one is there.
I now hold you tenderly in my mind
As if you were a child at rest.
Softly, I touch your breast and kiss your lips
While you slowly drift into my thoughts.
I am weak and spent and fall asleep
With remembrance of us tumbling in my head
As we have sometimes tumble in our bed.
I am with you my dear as I Jack Off