Into the Phonebooth

Here for the tales...

...and guitar songs... okay mostly the tales! :kiss:
You. Are. Amazing.
 
I got my itch scratched, that for damn sure. ;) :devil:

Thank you for that.:kiss:
 
Canvas.
You are my canvas.
Undefiled until my
Brush paints you with a heavy hand
And heavy strokes..
Slaps, and taps..
And braided rope.
And you hope the knots will come..
Down that rope your juice will run..
In those knots, your body cums..
And hums like a well oiled machine.

Canvas,
You are my canvas..
The picture where my evil dwells..
Illustrating heavenly hells
Where i ring your bells and
Cause your swells
With waves that surely signal a death knell...
Well....
Dipping brush from north to south...
Let my paint drip in your mouth...
Or we'll find another route..
Destroying rooms in perfect house.
Cunt and ass...tongue and hands..
Legs and thighs sore...
Don't you move.
Hold that pose, as knots grow tight..
Ropes will hold Slut still all night...
To be sure I paint you right.

Canvas,
You are Mine...
My Canvas.
Beautiful mess from deranged brain..
Trace your wicked tongue across vein..
Taste this mix of muse and Master..
Batten down and take me faster..
Harder, don't you want acclaim
Scribed on you...my fucking name.
Claimed and sealed...
Our deal complete...
The studio melted...
From
Our
Heat.
 
Down that rope your juice will run..
In those knots, your body cums..
And hums like a well oiled machine.


Destroying rooms in perfect house.


Ropes will hold Slut still all night...
To be sure I paint you right.


The studio melted...
From
Our
Heat.

*Standing in the middle of Home Depot, perplexed*
Should I be buying nylon rope? Less marks, maybe? I like the sound of twine...
 
Its beautiful today. Sure is! You naked yet?

While pondering the great mysteries of life, as I am wont to do, a question came to mind...

What makes lurkers lurk, and not post?

Lurkers...dare ya to comment.

*whispers* We prefer to remain in the shadows. For those who want to see and be seen I'm sure that can be frustrating ... but just as light needs the darkness, we need each other. :kiss:
 
I just stumbled across this...


*curls up the blankets for some bedtime stories*
 
This was originally in a PM I sent to him, but I hate when enthusiastic PMs are hidden away and not gracing the thread itself. :p

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I want to be your Kitten! I want to hear your words in my ear as you gently guide me through my first anal experience, that I have saved for you! I want my Daddy to take his dirty little Slut and make me take every inch of you.

I would pay for this kind of recording. First you put me at ease with your smooth voice, then you drive me wild with lust!!!
 
*whispers* We prefer to remain in the shadows. For those who want to see and be seen I'm sure that can be frustrating ... but just as light needs the darkness, we need each other. :kiss:

So I should take the silence as approval? Lol.
 
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