Her Touch

In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.

Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.

The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.

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Dearest Santa

Dearest Santa , a wish list from a very wicked Domme
I have been through my toy box and a few things are missing
A new flogger of suede or leather is a definite must
My old one is worn out from all the ass its been kissing.
A nice new pair of shiny hand cuffs with a collar too
Got to keep the subbie in place as you know
A crop and a cane would also be good
Make My little girl shudder from head to her toe
And finally Santa to give My fingers a rest,
Please a vibe, a rabbit is said to be the best.

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Oh Rosie

Tonight I have the hottest date in town,
She’s so sexy and never lets me down.
From that first soft teasing caress
As your fingers start to me undress

As I lay back you take a firm hold
Long slow strokes Oh Rosie you are bold.
Feeling me stiffening to your touch
Faster Rosie yes I want so much

Tugging my erection hard as I groan
Ejaculating with a guttural moan
Oh my Rosie you are totally splattered
A tissue to clean up like it mattered.

No tender kisses of love do we share,
But my Rosie I know you do care.
You give me release that leads to calm
My darling sweet Rosie Palm

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