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Laid Upon the Alter of a Wicked Man.......
Mr. Wicked Man....
…..You are right not to trust me.
for I will tell your secret
For who can keep a secret as big as yours
It tore me up inside for days
You brought back younger life
For I always loved the forbidden secret of a skilled married man as yourself
So easily seduced by my virgin curves.
So......
take me again.
“ In the red room
with black curtains, near the station
Black roof country
olden pavements, tired starlings
Golden horses,
run down moonbeams, in your dark eyes
Drawn light smiles
on your leaving, my contentment.......” *
Tell my secret love?
Lest you dare, the virgin curves doth lie
Shackled bar around your ankles
spread wide your porcelain thighs
Forbidden
is the adjective to describe
the pain and pleasure,
Thalia and Melpomene, as a coin,
shall decide....
….as I part thy lips
and tongue spread wide
her labia weeps
as I slide deep inside.....
…..casting the spell that brings one back to life
her youth bound to this Satyrs wicked,
lustful lies
I do take you again, Madamé
the pleasure, eagerly.........mine.
Turning your body
down upon hands and knees,
torn up inside, you remember
submissively begging me …..please
as my cock breaks the seal
of your alabaster box
opening a door
never again shalt be locked
The firmness of my hand around your neck
the muffled screams of pleasure beset,
deliciously choked......thy breath,
in the throes of “le petite death”
wild and wicked thrust
tingling deep inside your belly
endorphins strain to release,
your masochistic soul quivers
of sweet grape jelly
(....the sweet sounds of her womb becqueefed )
sadistic images of engorgement
skewered, sugar walls stretched wide
creamy waters flow from between
tortured legs.....
…...mount up upon “Mr. Wicked's” fervent ride
“ For I always loved the forbidden secret of a skilled married man...”
....she weeps in orgasmic ranting
as he takes her
over
and
over
and
over.....again
** ( lyrics from "White Room" written by JACK BRUCE, PETE BROWN
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. For non-commercial use only. )
Published 8th May 2017
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8th May 2017 4:52pm
....I fear that I have viewed the darkness of Christian Grey far too many times. (Memories of the "Red Room" deeply ingrained inside my mind) 😇
8th May 2017 5:23pm
Nicely written, it flowed and flowered well. A little scary, but anything submissive may be scary at first.
8th May 2017 5:26pm
Scary, exciting......and there is always a "safe word" 🙂 I thank you for the read and the comment.
8th May 2017 5:30pm
Chillingly seductive is the only way I can think to describe this lush piece of dark erotica. Loved this Mr.M! Bravo!
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8th May 2017 5:40pm
Thank you Goddess 😇 Chillingly seductive, lush, dark.......all wonderful, descriptive adjectives for this ink, Again, thank you
9th May 2017 8:42am
.....and I'd like to consider that a good thing :-) Thank you for the comment and the reading of my ink
