Hot Biscuits

Scratch baker girl in a dusty apron.
Shortening and flour, momma, Cut me in
and bathe me in sweet milk
till I squeeze sticky through your fingers.
Brown me top and bottom,
butter and jam
me in your mouth.

 

Invisible Cords
.
He places her just so,
laid back, knees to nipples.
No silken cords,
only Daddy's will,
for his good babydoll.
Even the first time
he coaxed, caressed
yet took her last virginity.
What a good girl.
Now she begs
her mouth around his cock
for anal,
to please her Daddy.

 

@formerlyRC what do you think about this one? I think it is so lovely!!

 

I dug around and found another, once again attached to an image.



She let the morning light pin her
to the cotton and down of their bed.
Waited patiently
until it occurred to him
to do so himself.

 

Your eagerness to tease.
My control you taunt.
A strong inclination.
Yearning, craving.
Confusing my wants with needs.

So i call it a desire.
Even though you know it is much more.

 

Passion radiates from my lips to your flesh.
You close your eyes just to feel the warmth of my breath.
I watch closely the way your body reacts.
You are so vibrant when you are being vulnerable.

 

Oh dear. Yes. Short, sweet and brilliant! The poem is fantastic too! Now I wonder how long it took for this man to figure it out. I can only imagine. Does the delay build anticipation for her? If he waits too long, does anticipation become frustration? I think I’ve made this mistake before. Had I already read this, I would have never waited too long. This is something I’ll never be. Short, sweet and brilliant. Ok maybe sweet.

 

Masters don't force you to obey them.
They make you long to obey.
So for you master.....i wait.
Cuffed & chained with dampened panties.

 

I ask myself sometimes.
Why do i disobey?
Am i craving punishment?
Rather do i just love to make my Master feel weak yet powerful?
Testing his strength and will power.
To not give into his hunger and lust.

 

A little bit of passing by, A little twinkle in her eye,
A little smile, a little date, to meet you when the hour is late,
A little blush, a small hotel, a little promise not to tell,
A little blouse that's laid aside, two little breasts she cannot hide.
A little movement to and fro, and suddenly it starts to flow,
She pants and moans and clings to you, a sigh, a cry, and then you're through....
You wait awhile, you kiss and then...You cannot wait to start again....
You don't hurry like the other one! You go more slowly, it's twice the fun!
You're almost cumming! It's almost free!!!!

Wake up you sailor, it's reveille!

'Sailor's Lament' was something I remembered from High School decades ago.
There was more to it than I could remember here, but I'd sure love to get the missing parts! There's a lot more to it somewhere....

ANYBODY?????