| Poetry: Lust: Beg for Me (1/1) |
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I lie under you, watching your face. Feeling the tension in your arms and shoulders As I draw my fingers down your spine. My back arches, pulling you deeper within me And, as my breath catches in my throat, You whisper, “Beg for me.” I moan deep in my throat; my arms tremble. You feel my fingers sink deeper in your back. Steaming tension builds in my belly As my eyes shimmer with need. “Please,” I whisper up to you. I draw my thighs up along yours, my head falling back, You whisper, “Beg for me.” My nipples swell, rubbing against your chest. A whimper almost falls from my lips. “My Master,” I pray against the flesh of your throat. “Daddy, please!” My pelvis tilts as you begin a slow withdrawal. My ankles lock to your lower thighs. You whisper, “Beg for me.” My humid breath steams on your throat As my nails dig into the flesh of your back. A sharp intake of breath. “Master!” Your hips move hard and fast; my legs pull you into me again. The wetness of my body reaches out to coat you. Your hips rock into me, carrying me to the brink. You whisper, “Beg for me!” “Please!” I gasp, lifting my eyes to you. “Oh, Daddy! Let me give you my release!” The steaming coil inside me springs wide; My muscles clench, air catching in my lungs. “Please, Daddy, now!” Your eyes stare into mine as you lose focus..concentrate. Your body slamming against mine, all control lost. “You're begging for me!” A long, slow convulsion leaves me shuddering, Tears threaten, and then flow... My body trembles with the unfulfilled need of release. An aftershock pulls the length of your body to me. “Please!” I whisper as you take my face in your hands. You taste my lips, my legs slide over yours as I tremble. The rhythm of my breath slows yours. My voice so soft, “Begging for you.” You hold me still and tight against and inside me. Until pleading bleeds into soft kisses and caresses. You feel so solid within me, in the shelter of your arms... You place one hand on my throat, pushing my head back. A shiver of delight begins your next trip to ecstasy As you ponder your words, slipping them from your tongue To the delicious salty skin of my chest. “If you really wanted to cum for me tonight, you would Beg for me.” So as we begin again...this sweet torture... I beg for you.... |
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