“She was a chameleon, She fit in anywhere, She shed her clothes like a snake, The moment she walked in the door, She knew to be ready, It was sublime, She sighed that excited girlish sigh, You could almost hear her panties hit the floor, She held her breath, On display, Leg canted, Toes pointed, Thighs grazing, Those lips pouty, Bald sex slippery, Nips rosy, She longed to be taken in, Drunk, Like a boozy liquor that made you drunk, Lust has a way of doing that to fertile minds, She was moving, Like liquid silk, Begging for despoiling, Waiting for a command, She submitted…”
— Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2018
Lustful prose!
would u ever partake in water sports
Yeah but mostly interested in kitesurfing, scuba diving, kayaking, and wizzin’ a hot stream on a woman in the shower.
Hahahaha…
Of course, when you squirt on my face
would u ever partake in water sports
Yeah but mostly interested in kitesurfing, scuba diving, kayaking, and wizzin’ a hot stream on a woman in the shower.
Hahahaha…
Desire, like charity, begins at home. Love yourself first. Others will eagerly follow.
I Tee Off with My Irons
I am a man who never cared about flashy. I want the win. I want the W.
Nothing else really matters.
I want your heart and all of it. Every last little bit of your submissive state – I want it.
I want your orgasms. I want to pull them out of you like a rip cord. I want you trembling when I am done. The total wiped out worshipping self you present to me.
I want the win. The W.
Fuck being flashy. I couldn’t care less the path I take, I stay the course. I land on the fairway. I don’t chance it with the driver. I am in it for the win. Not for the showmanship.
I want the W.
Sir's submissive 