Master's Pleasure: a poem.

You come to me

naked

proud.

Your cock hard

throbbing.

i await You

on my knees

head bowed

eyes lowered.

You tilt my face up and

smile down at me

"Open pet"

You command softly.

Parting my lips, my tongue darts out

to wet them.

You rub Your cock

against my moist pink lips

then slowly slipinside.

Hungrily, i take You in.

my tongue swirling the length of You.

i hear your moans of

pleasure.

Your grunts as i gently scrape Your

cockwith my teeth.

Your hands move to wrap my hair

in Your fists.

You begin to fuck

my mouth.

Slow and

gentle at first.

Then faster

harder.

With long demanding

strokes.

Your cock pumps in and out

of my mouth.

With a growl

grunt

You explode.

Shooting

hot spurts

of cum

down my throat.

Your cock claims me

and i am Yours.

Almost Ready

Random Smut

Lada Gaga: Telephone.

What can I say. I'm not really a Lady Gaga fan, but when something "Mainstream" has overt BDSM imagery I feel duty bound to draw attention to it.