I think

I think
of you
and suddenly I am hard
binding you
rendering you immobile
between tall pillars
your body vulnerable
and unprotected
dripping hot wax over your breast
keeping you as my artwork

I think
of plunging into your ass
pinning you to the floor
my hands clenching yours
as I enjoy your tightness
breathing hard into your ear
my orgasm causing me to jerk
and spasm roughly upon you
as my cum surges
shoots deep into you

I think
of having you naked
bound to the bedposts
of your lips painted heavily in red,
stretched around my cock
and leaving me marked
with a noticeable red ring
indicating the maximum depth
at which I force my cock into your dainty mouth
watching you squirm as I shot my cum into your throat

I think
of you wearing
my leather collar
as you serve me
and demonstrate your love to me
and as the early-morning thunderstorm
pelting the roof and the windows with hard rain
providing a nice aural backdrop
as pressing into your pussy
in the near-total darkness