Into the Phonebooth

Last night I had cereal after class... I'm not winning any Suzy Homemaker awards this week!
 
She said it didn't matter,
What he did, or where he went
Or who he did it with,
She even liked the foreign scent.
But when he finally returned
After touring to define
The Him he truly thought he was
In the recesses of his mind...
She didn't like the outcome
For before her finally stood
The ravenous, monstrous version
Who meant her nothing good.
He snarled and growled and hissed
Poison dripping from his lips.
Dim lights shone from his
Clawed fingertips.
He only stood and stared
Heaving breaths filling the air..
But she ran away in fright
For the evil standing there.
A lesson learned for sure
Came to bear that fateful day...
When you have exactly what you want...
Never send it away.
 
She said it didn't matter,
What he did, or where he went
Or who he did it with,
She even liked the foreign scent.
But when he finally returned
After touring to define
The Him he truly thought he was
In the recesses of his mind...
She didn't like the outcome
For before her finally stood
The ravenous, monstrous version
Who meant her nothing good.
He snarled and growled and hissed
Poison dripping from his lips.
Dim lights shone from his
Clawed fingertips.
He only stood and stared
Heaving breaths filling the air..
But she ran away in fright
For the evil standing there.
A lesson learned for sure
Came to bear that fateful day...
When you have exactly what you want...
Never send it away.

:heart:
 
An Explanation

The words “Good girl”
Do not mean you’ve pleased me
Because I’m always pleased with you
Even when I’m not.
They’re not merely a salve that I
Apply when your buttocks are
That particular shade of red that turns me
Into a raging bull.
They are words that mean something
Deeper.
They underscore my affection.
My desire.
My cravings.
My ravenous hunger to devour all that is you
As I make you an integral part
Of all that is me.
“Good girl”
Is not my praise.
It is my affirmation that
You
Are enough to sate the monster skulking
Around the insides of my being.
It is approval, that your beauty is not
Based on physique,
But the soulish connection
We have established, nurtured
And maintain.
Thus, when I call you my good girl
I am reminding you that you’re mine
And I’m yours
And there is no place
I’d rather be than here
In this moment
With you.
 
The words “Good girl”
Do not mean you’ve pleased me
Because I’m always pleased with you
Even when I’m not.
They’re not merely a salve that I
Apply when your buttocks are
That particular shade of red that turns me
Into a raging bull.
They are words that mean something
Deeper.
They underscore my affection.
My desire.
My cravings.
My ravenous hunger to devour all that is you
As I make you an integral part
Of all that is me.
“Good girl”
Is not my praise.
It is my affirmation that
You
Are enough to sate the monster skulking
Around the insides of my being.
It is approval, that your beauty is not
Based on physique,
But the soulish connection
We have established, nurtured
And maintain.
Thus, when I call you my good girl
I am reminding you that you’re mine
And I’m yours
And there is no place
I’d rather be than here
In this moment
With you.

This is beautiful. :heart:
 
Your submission is what you give,

The power of a strong woman

Choosing to become

The Insatiable Slut,

The Fantasy- Inducing Fucktoy

The Wonderful Whore.


You choose to bow

Bending your knees

And you subject your wondrous form

To me.


You give your trust.

You lend your will. 

You break your boundaries,

And allow me to mold you

Into the images of yourself

That give your dreams added wetness. 

You call me
Master, 

Sir

Daddy,
But you make me such
By choosing to give,

And allowing me to take. 


Which is why I cherish every 

Hair-pulling, ass smacking, 

Finger fucking encounter.

I recount every kiss of your lips

And flick of your tongue..

Every whimper and shriek

Every yell, groan, and growl. 

Every time you’re pinned against the wall

Or the good of the car..

Every time you eagerly try something new

For me…

Whether collared or leashed,

Marked, or skin clean and shining..

Whether cum stained and grinning,

Or eyes closed and grunting…

I honor who you are

By giving what you want..

Taking my pleasure

By giving you more bursts

Than your body can handle. 

And affection

To keep you warm and welcoming.

You’re my woman.

My prize

My slut.

My treasure.

You’re my submissive.


Mine.

All

Mine.
 
Unf…
Is that the sound you make

When my cock hits bottom

And rubs your gspot 

As it runs in and out?

Is “unf”

When 2, or maybe 3

Fingers furiously fuck

You vigorously

Until you fight your bounds

And arch your back

As you almost levitate from

The bed?


Or is “unf”

When I spank your cunt

And my palms are so sticky

That tiny strings hold you in place 

Like my favorite puppet?

Hmmm..

Maybe “unf”
Is the grunt

And the giggle

While my tongue does the wiggle

From your slit down into your cheeks

And then inside your brown bud..

Or the shiver in your spine

That causes quivers from your mind

To your jiggling behind

When the head of my cock

Presses hotly against you.

Is it when you call me

Every filthy name in existence?

As you experience both zen 

And nirvana?

Maybe it’s the repeated 

Smacking

Taps

And the vicious

And violent slams

And the way you fight back

Until I grab your hair

And bend your back

And snatch each breath

Giving nothing back.


Maybe “unf” is

Your ultimate appreciation

For the man who takes 

What others can not..

And leaves you

In a sweaty heap,

Hair matted

Skin marked

And grinning. 

Asking, no

Begging for more.
Yes.

That’s “unf"

You're welcome.
 
Hi there.

I enjoyed reading these last two that you posted.
 
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