Sexual Desires, by Tiffany Flowers Subscribe to rss feed for Tiffany Flowers

He raps his hand in my hair

He snatches it back and I can't help but to yell

I love it when he pulls it tight

He grips it and bites down on me just right

He then pulls out his leather whip

And smacks me until I buck at his will

My body feels like it's on fire

The pleasure he gives me heats my desire

He flips me over on my back

I can't move my body for it is slack

He bonds my hands and feet

I get excited about what I am fixing to meet

He lights the candle as it burns

He watches me and I start to squirm

He pours the wax on my skin

I am in so much pleasure my head begins to spin

All the things he does to me

Fills my desire to no degree.....
Posted: 2013-11-10 17:25:26 UTC

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2013-11-13 09:05:53stsorrowscribe
interesting, feels like an unhappy ending but well written