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Click hereImagine velvet sheets…as we feel the heat.
Your lips on mine, your hands on my leash.
Lace and leather, my white bra and panties
pushed up against your tan chest.
A bad boy and a good girl; no more, no less.
Take me to hell, and bite my lips with your teeth.
Taste me, Sir. I can’t do this anymore.
“Good, Slut,” you’ll say. I want your tongue down my throat,
I’m ready for you…ohh, yes.
It tastes like cherries and cigarettes.
I want you to love me, even if I don’t know you.
Our breathing is heavy and I hear you groan;
“Argh, ahgh” … as I moan, “Oh, oh!"
Shove yourself inside of me before I want you to.
Complete trash, a whore, just like you.
Rape me, willingly, I ooze a gooey liquid,
cream like danger…I’m like a dark angel who will never run.
You’ll say, “Good, Slut!”
Grasp my throat like a biker grasps his handlebars…
please don’t let go, push me to the edge…
Pull my hair like a heartless man-whore.
“Ah, oh no, no!” I scream for you…
but you’d never call me ‘Baby’ because I’m your Bitch.
Fuck me with no mercy, like a misogynist with a twist…
and you’ll say, “Good, Slut…”
We are back down that dark alley where supplicants beg and masters twist.
A little more reason why this is your alley would add enlightenment. What is it you feel/need that requires you to seek domination?