Your breath blew across my body
and caressed every part of me
Your hands glided from my ankles
to my thighs, in feather like touches
Your lips brushed mine lightly
leaving a lingering tingle traveling down my spine
Again your hands begin to journey upwards
You finger my hips
You caress my belly
You squeeze my nipples
I feel your breath float over me
Your hands slid around my throat
Your thumbs fingering the hollowness
A slow, low moan escapes from me
Your tongue sought mine
As your hands squeezed tighter
My Orgasm Peaked
Thrusting inside of me
You choked me harder
You gave me slow strokes and deeper thrusts
Your tongue danced with mine
Slowly I began to feel dizzy
Your hands still wrapped tightly around my throat
I couldn't breathe - Yet my Orgasms blinded me
I felt your body tensing - felt it with every thrust you gave me
You were going to Cum
Faster you fucked me, deeper inside
I felt your legs trembling
Your hands twitching with the mounting pressure
Then it happened - I felt your hot Cum penetrating my every fiber
I felt the last of my breath escaping me
I tried to get you to let go - but you only choked me harder
Softly you kissed me as my vision ebbed
I heard you say "Daddy Loves You"
Your words echoing through my soul as the life drained from me
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Yea this one is out there, written back in 2002 sometime... I figure here is a sample of what might be coming your way.
Kisses..........
Hmmm...ok, I'm at a crossroads here. On one hand I feel like I need a cigarette..and I don't even smoke. On the other, the "Daddy loves you" line threw me for a loop. I felt a little disturbed, yet still caught in the intensity of the poem...which made me feel more disturbed with myself. I choose to then think of the man using "Daddy" in a sexually dominating nickname way as opposed to him being the woman's actually father. I'm curious as to your personal thoughts/motivations behind this one.
ReplyDeleteI was in a some kind of competition with this guy on who can write the sickest sexual poem. "Daddy" is up to interpretation by the reader, either is the dominating nickname or its her actual father. I'll never tell which one it actually is. Told ya I'm a lil twisted *wink*
ReplyDeleteYou did warn me. But guess what, you don't see me running. Bring it! lol
ReplyDeleteGotta another one up there, Go get it. LOL
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