Smaller derrieres

The trouble with a treasure is: it won't stay in the box,
When you stroke it and caress it, like a cunning, urbane fox,
Who has devoured all the garbage; and now wants to delight
In a bottom that tops others, whenever it's in sight:
In the mind and in the memory (of how your hands caressed
A bottom winning prizes that you'd not award, but blessed:
The smaller derriere with your calloused hands - you rock,
When the trouble treasured tushy is so enticing for Sir's cock
Given your disposition and your penetrating prose
Chugging off to Chattanooga, as you divest me of clothes;
Now we're getting quite surreal and I accept your confusion,
But the trouble with a treasure is: it is simply illusion.

Méli

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"It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure."

Joseph Campbell

But my treasure is your bottom.
Chattanooga if you please.
 
Acceptance

I'm not sure I should accept a lift:
For you may find I only exist
To pleasure your prick
As you're driving it
Into my mouth, once you risk...

Pulling me onto your lap,
Having given my bottom a slap,
Pulled little shorts off my hips
Fondled the cutest young tits,
Before coming in me. Your mishap!

This causes issues for some leatherettes,
Since intrusive fingers get me wet,
So, I will crouch in your lap
As you fill my small crack,
With a cock so huge, it's the biggest yet;

I'm tight - so I'm easily wrecked,
Even when I am thoroughly prepped:
Daddy's awfully fond
Of his cute, little blonde
He gifts cock, I so should not accept

Méli

tight pussy, little shorts, small crack, existing for my pleasure, thrusting in your mouth, . . .

You give your daddy such pleasure Missy.
 
I've been told my small bottom endears
And ensures that there will be some tears,
When daddy thanks
My allure with harsh spanks,
Before his cock stand disappears...

I'd wonder just where it goes,
But I am quite aware after blows
That do make me ache
He must penetrate
as I tingle from my head to toes...

Méli
That small bottom, the tears, my cock that disappears in your vagina, . . .

You make your Daddy proud.
 
tight pussy, little shorts, small crack, existing for my pleasure, thrusting in your mouth, . . .

You give your daddy such pleasure Missy.
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My pussy seeks to serve; it won't assume
Any existence, bar the one decreed
By He who knows, and always calls the tune,
I am aware vicissitudes exceed
The wishes of this girl, that he selects.
(That's me!) desiring my cute briefs descend;
He finds my small derriere makes him erect,
And, as this forces needs, He can't offend
My lower back and shy bum when exposed:
They're disciplined intensely, as approved,
The night before, when Sir filled up my mind:
Disposed to fuck my throat, and thus renew
Lurid aspirations that weren't unkind,
Or even cruel; just deviously designed.

Méli
 
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That small bottom, the tears, my cock that disappears in your vagina, . . .

You make your Daddy proud.
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I make my daddy proud to mark my stern,
Once he has gripped my panties in his hands
And pulled them clear so flesh can take its turn
To be re-ordered just as Master planned;

He doodled on his blotter: thought of tears
That trickle down my cheeks when he's too rough;
Why should he have to bother with my fears,
When I'm bothered already - that is enough;

He needs to think, of course of higher things,
And rides my well filled-cunt until he'll come,
Not thinking of the depths, where his sperm springs,
Once he's determined his pleasure is done;

Some may conclude our coupling's apposite;
It's best when daddy fucks me through the night.

Méli
 
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My pussy seeks to serve; it won't assume
Any existence, bar the one decreed
By He who knows, and always calls the tune,
I am aware vicissitudes exceed
The wishes of this girl, that he selects.
(That's me!) desiring my cute briefs descend;
He finds my small derriere makes him erect,
And, as this forces needs, He can't offend
My lower back and shy bum when exposed:
They're disciplined intensely, as approved,
The night before, when Sir filled up my mind:
Disposed to fuck my throat, and thus renew
Lurid aspirations that weren't unkind,
Or even cruel; just deviously designed.

Méli
Peel those panties down,
And serve thee well,
The one existence I crown,
And in which thee dwell.
 
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I make my daddy proud to mark my stern,
Once he has gripped my panties in his hands
And pulled them clear so flesh can take its turn
To be re-ordered just as Master planned;

He doodled on his blotter: thought of tears
That trickle down my cheeks when he's too rough;
Why should he have to bother with my fears,
When I'm bothered already - that is enough;

He needs to think, of course of higher things,
And rides my well filled-cunt until he'll come,
Not thinking of the depths, where his sperm springs,
Once he's determined his pleasure is done;

Some may conclude our coupling's apposite;
It's best when daddy fucks me through the night.

Méli
To pull those white panties down, witness your fair bum, soft cheeks in my hands, filling your soft wet cunt to my content, . . .
 
The bow in my hair is as pink
As the panties down there round my knees;
My fingers clutch them, as you drink
In this sweet vista to ease
Yourself and your tension - relax;
The knickers will stay nice and wet,
As will this sweet slut, who won't tax
Your conscience - I know your attacks
On the backside are for my own good,
They may constitute, first, impact play,
Then, perhaps, thrust where hardwood
Is the resource to find a better way,
To assure me, a wing and a prayer's
Not needed for a bent, pink derriere...

Méli

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The bow in my hair is as pink
As the panties down there round my knees;
My fingers clutch them as you drink
In this sweet vista to ease
Yourself and your tension - relax,
The knickers will stay nice and wet,
As will this sweet slut, who won't tax
Your conscience - I know your attacks
On the backside are for my own good,
Whether they constitute impact play,
Or a thrust into derriere; wood
Is the resource to find the best way,
To assure me, a wing and a prayer's
Not needed for this bent, pink derriere..,
Méli

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For teasing so long,
Missy so must pay,
For the grievous wrong,
Stiff price today.

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I am a very bi curious female, and love going to my yoga class with all the younger women
I am not a fan at all of the kardashian huge ass look.
Small, tight, toned asses turn me on. Tight and firm like a peach.
Any one else have this preference?
And if you do, will you post some pictures for all to enjoy.
I prefer a small , firm bottom as well. All of these huge butts are gross.
 

Please, punish this girl, as you must:
There can't be any free pass, because she
Has wickedly teased! She will trust
Penile shape, length and girth; you just see
Gravitas, as you show you'll adjust
Your zip downwards, with (un)restrained glee;
Then imbue visage with sticky crust!
Make-up wrecked, as you'd like to wreck me!

If my clear sight's diminished by free-
Flowing sperm down these cheeks, then I trust
You'll bark: "Bad girl!" ; And curse this dirty,
Little bitch, who caused you so to lust;
( An aside, my breath-taking vanity
Might be cast as key, but it's grievous
That Bigwig's in this community,
Might be concerned at possible fuss!)

(Is there simply no propriety?
Can women be praised - when the bust*
And bottom* have gene causality )
Pocket pistol becomes blunderbuss,
When you're obliged, egregiously,
To require fresh payment sans fuss,
Disciplining, despite harrowing pleas;
So, please punish this girl, as you must...

Méli

*nice tits and ass, luv - (yech)

(I'm calling these verses: << Hogwash >>)

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'Tis a pound of flesh (or a little more)
The fate that Missy has in store
And a pounding of flesh, pussy or ass
Is t' price to be paid by a naughty lass
That's the pretty version. This is the mindless yobbish version (doesn't rhyme, obviously):

Phwooaaaaaaarr, look at that tiny little arse, lads,
Can't you just imagine giving Missy a few bum-reddening slaps,
Barking at her to pull her cheeks farther apart,
And open up that slippery back door of hers to be shafted rough and hard with a lot of dirty growly talk in her earhole?

(The metrics need a bit of work, but then, so does Little Miss Missy)
 
"It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure."

Joseph Campbell

But my treasure is your bottom.
Chattanooga if you please.
If you are chasing the abbess, will the novices escape?
When behaviour isn't monkish; you might apply gaffer tape
To sweet learners, who cry out loud, given half the chance
To avoid the consecration of your so-satanic lance:
This may sink in, where you stumble, though it goes 'gainst the grain
And, once it has been sunken, it may well have to remain
For the Abbess will chastise, whether you are there or not,
But given you're a pervert, I guess you do still find this hot...

Méli

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