A poem about dominate daddy little girl sex role play.
have you had anything fun to lick lately?
A cock to play with,
suck and lick but if I cum I will slap you
looking up and begging like a good girl,
Beg and plead while my mouth is full with your cock,
That’s better, good girls always beg,
I want daddy to unload on my face and then finger me like the dirty little girl I am,
Yum, bent over my lap, spank, cry
I love it when daddy makes me cry,
Tears make me hard
On this journey of life, another spiritual quest I took,
Little dog to look after as I wonder through the plains,
Head held high, warmed up and well stretched,
Good balance and a healthy back,
Heavy boots, but I can still feel the earth,
Breath in the air and smile at the trees,
The road bends and curves and I hug it tightly every inch,
My small dog breaths and pants, people and faces,
Fence lines and brick, blend and blur as I walk following a path,
On my spiritual journey, stepping back in time.
I find good therapy for me and the best way to deal with a difficult time is to write a letter that I will not send. No one is hurt, and gives me time to reflect and heal.Is there answers from someone that you never got? Or is there something you wanted to get of your chest to someone but never did?
Dear T,
I am upset, I really liked you and felt you felt the same way.
that day and night we spent together. I could say I was not myself, and did not express the way I wanted to. Maybe I was as nervous as you were, but you just didn’t see it. I had a lot to say to you and ask you. but said the wrong things, wore clothing that I don’t normally wear. and was really timid.
I think the drive down and a few busy days before hand turned me into a passive zombie. Not really myself, something I would normally stay at home and hid way for a day to recover.
I would like to know,
did meeting me unvail the illusion?
I said to myself I would take sometime assess how I feel and write back to you in a few weeks with a clear head.
I thought you might write back, but you have not. So I thought I would send this email to clear things up for me. In that time I was able to reflect on myself. and no I cannot say after that first meeting I was happy where it was headed. Only because I had things I had not dealt with yet and needed time by myself to do so.
To say that you have made up your mind, had a good time but. I think the thing that bugged me was your email it was not a proper answer.
one of the sacriest things with getting to know someone knew is thinking can I be myself around them. If the answer is no, then why? and if the answer is still no. then they are not for you.
Your friend and always smiling,
Lily
Title: We all wear the dress
I like to be fingered through my summer dresses, the feel of that thin fabric on my skin. I like a man who cross-dresses, we can both put on lipstick and fuck. I want to lift up his skirt and suck his cock. So big and thick with compared to that tiny skirt. I think that is how woman can look so great clothed, the small outfits accentuating their tits, arse and hips. And men I think should so the same, a sunny hat, and a summery dress.
Title: Wanting more
Cute girl I am, sitting on a dick
I wish you had more legs to lick and body parts to sit on,
To slide into me and hide in my dark places,
The sun is shining, my little hole is tiny,
But the feeling is so large,
Cum on my face, that bad taste,
I will lick it all up,
You are my god, and thanks for the fuck.
Title: vanilla
What goes up, must come down,
I am dominant, you are a sub,
You arse must go up, so I can come down on you,
Its physics, physical forces working together,
Find the opposing forces in you and me.
Title: freckle on her chest
I head into this small town,
I look hard at it all, the many lives that must have lived here,
But gone and lost, nowhere to be found,
I talk to you behind the counter,
I don’t know why I stopped here but I am glad I found her,
After work, you lead me to a place to stay, take care of me, in your nurturing way,
You stroke my cock eyes on me, you know how to care, you know what to do,
You open your shirt, breast in a white bra,
It’s a the rusted hinge, tears within,
A memory had, sun on my hat, but the day doesn’t warm my heavy heart,
Close to you, under the fabric, your freckled skin,
I smile here, crowded in despair
BENT ON LOVE 