| A Desire to Please |
| (Written for my Master *18-07-05*) |
| My head snaps back as you pull hard upon golden tresses, Moisture is felt, as a tongue now confesses My desires, my wants, my feelings and needs, Take your pleasure upon me, I plead. A harsh deep voice now echoes the room, I tremble and fear of my doom, Strong hands tightly pulling upon my sweet mound, Moans and whimpers from within, yet having no sound. Tugging and pulling from every direction, Screaming aloud, the perfect reaction, A smile upon your face appears, Watching my eyes, showing me fears. |
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