Last night’s poem wasn’t your best.
They’re too polite.
I was tired, I say.
And what does it mean?
There was so much come in you that even closing your legs couldn’t stop it dribbling.
You like a cream filled pussy?
You’re a little boy.
The creamier the better.
‘Cause that’s what a pussy’s supposed to look like.
Mine doesn’t look like that.
What does it look like?
Tidy and fresh.
Get over here.
Get over here and bend over.
Bend over. Look straight ahead and grab your ankles.
Will it hurt?
····pussy—spilling my come each time I spank
Redbud | February 23 2017
That did not go where I thought! Loved it.
As I write these, I’m never sure I know where they’re going to go. I’ll finish up the little bit of prose, then think to myself: Now what?
Quintessential Crimson: sexy, fun, a little nasty. This put me in a *mood* ❤
The heart got me. Love the heart. First heart I’ve ever gotten. =)
Nailed it…and her. Nice one!
:) Trying to finish the year with a few good ones.