Deleted Member Posted June 19, 2019 Posted June 19, 2019 (edited) Let the band strike up and our familiar dance begins and you love it My taunting fingers delight in your ***ness Climb this edifice of ecstasy once again Castle walls of sand no match for my dutiful whispers But Miss, I don’t want to break you for YOU indeed are the boss. Your cry's come from a stubborn place Greedily you won’t say the words. It takes my own tongue to loosen yours. Circling your clit persistent and diligent I lick. Thank you, Miss. When will you cease your own denial ? Time stops still I have no will but await your quivering voice: “you WILL make me come.” Your pleasure my glorious purpose we move to a different beat You buck your hips and pull my head down to press firm against my lips, Breathing falls victim to your shudders Screams burst forth shattering your caged shutters This orgasm could have been yours so much earlier if you had just said the words And make your undoing complete. But now the flood defenses are breached Torrents cascade crashing violently across your beach A psunami of demands replaces measured intent You say all the things you want now. And with tears in your eyes Clamour desparate so very very hungry for my meat. Edited June 19, 2019 by Deleted Member rewrite
Bu**** Posted June 29, 2019 Posted June 29, 2019 Dammmm… yes purrfectpanther … my ***ness and lack of this pleasure sometimes make me uptight keep me from allowing the pleasure to take control... yet these words are in my head... my own denial as you said is hurting me mentally... things of the past the things hard to share to another that have kept me closed up.... are slowly being let loose and the freedom for this butterfly is a breath of fresh air that allow tears of joy to flow and the joy of pleasure to slowly sweep my soul
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