AnAngelReally
Literotica Guru
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At last company! I was lonely.
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She craves his little white lies.
But dreads the big depraved ones.
Deprived so long, she doesn't care.
What is truth? Fact or fiction?There's truth in your second statement.
What is truth? Fact or fiction?
The fact is she's totally horny.
The fiction is that it's uncurable.
She looks around frantically, desperately, dispiritedly.
She offers herself with mixed results.
She's looking in the wrong place.
The answer is under her nose.
Nearer than she could have imagined.
Farther than she thought was possible,
Restrained by education, prejudices... Yes, fear.
The white throbing meat she craves
Is really a wet brown pussy.
2X6X6
I love to play this game.
Sorry Deprived, I got carried away.
But what a subject to develop!
Read my submissions, you will understand.
I know what you mean, really.You seem to know it all!
You're right on a few points..
Though color doesn't matter to me.
Cock or pussy, hmmm, well now..
Love to have some of each.
I know what you mean, really.
Inside, they are all beautifully pink.
I never understood why limit ourselves.
Variety is the spice of life.
If there's no cock of twat?
You have ten fingers and toys.
Go for it, girl! I say.
Enjoy your life to the fullest.
You deserve all you can get.
Take it! Nobody will give it.
Thank you for the nice words.Good advice and wise words, indeed.
Or you could just come over..
Drink wine, eat pizza, and.... talk.
Thank you for the nice words.
I appreciate the kind invitation too.
Since I live 2,600 miles away,
Coming over IRL is a problem.
Virtually... I'm only a keystroke away.
I stroke those keys gently too.
(Keyboard are so expensive to replace)
I don't drink wine much anymore,
but I'm a discriminating pie afficionado.
Okay already... I'm a pig occasionally.
As for... talking... I've been told,
More than once, by diverse people,
To 'shut the hell up already'.
I'm working on it. I swear.
I'm an adept of the gab.
And I do get carried away.
Feel free to rein me in.
To crack the whip... Please do.
So? Still wanna... talk, dear lady?
You're looking in the wrong direction.2600 miles, what is that, Hawaii?
*Dreams of white beaches, palm trees.....
And a handsome prince for.... talking..*
I'm sure you're a great stroker.
What kind of pie's your favorite....?
Is that a righteous enough question?
I'm not one to crack whips,
however, you do crack me up..
If you'd like to.... talk further
I would be delighted to.... listen.
That's truly beautifully thought and said.They were young and in love.
Born a child, dear one cherished.
Looking at each other with desire.
Growing older and still holding hands.
Creaking stiff joints old bent backs.
Quietly sitting waiting at her grave.
6X6
Don't be. We're a friendly bunch.My first time,I am nervous
That's truly beautifully thought and said.
You have a poet's kind soul.
Do you mind my stealing it?
The concept at the very least.
It touched something deep within me.
I feel inspired to follow up.
I like your gentle writing style.
Keep your fingers on the keyboard.
Kinbaku, 'the beauty of tight binding',The submissive looked at the Master.
Soft and yielding were her eyes.
She reached out a tentative hand.
He held it softly, gently squeezed.
Moving closer her head held bowed.
Felt his body strong and warm.
What does He want to hear?
All that is mine is yours.
Kinbaku, 'the beauty of tight binding',
They learned its subtle harmony together.
Over time, one knot, then another,
She discovered the pleasure of submission.
He wonders if she truly understands
How his heart is bound too.
6X6
Submission, dominance, power given, power taken.He smiles as she lies prone.
Red rope draping from his hands.
Kneel, put hands behind your back.
Around, across, weaving knotting rope tight.
Such beauty in the intricate bindings.
Submission and art both bound together.
6X6
But appreciater power flow and exchange
The spiral turns as we climb
Seeking pleasures and heights, new vistas
Yielding now to a lovers desire
Then growing and sharing new strength
Such a poetic pen, and mind too.But appreciater power flow and exchange
The spiral turns as we climb
Seeking pleasures and heights, new vistas
Yielding now to a lovers desire
Then growing and sharing new strength
Submission, dominance, power given, power taken.
Who is the submissive in reality?
Where does the true dominance lie?
To me it is equaly shared.
Give and take going both ways,
Otherwise it's abuse pure and simple.
6X6
A bottom offered, plump or not,Time spent to relish, devour, absorb.
Submission may be a manipulative trip.
A true submissive is rare indeed.
Surrendering her will with total faith.
Dominance is his, surrender her gift.
Bound together with honor and trust.
6X6