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le feu dans son fouet 👿

   
   
wooden lattice slats  
lay a menacing pattern of fear    
binding hooks peer   
through ominous pore    
 
silken scarves tie her body down upon the killing floor     
 
the whimpers of blinded eyes    
rumors and whispers    
of naked voyeurs    
outline the frosted glass,     
faint illumination where she  
lies in wait.....     
   
...of her master's bidding  
  
and he enters her      
without fanfare    
cursed black elegance      
fills his ample sheath     
her flesh shall bleed     
   
for his pleasure     
 
the soft hands     
of a thousand maidens    
release his golden thread  
and his      
  
blacque    
        leather   
          whip...unfurled
   
   
an unworldly heat     
as his serum begins to seep     
from the head of his arousal      
 
he slowly wipes it's nectar     
upon her lips      
and without warning, he smites her      
across her cheek     
the sound cracks the air     
like a whip      
and she moans,     
it's discernment, that of      
pain and pleasure      
  
her large breast shiver     
from the heat of his      
cold flame,    
grasping his taut balls   
he flogs her again     
and again....     
 
...with each flail      
of his fouet   
passion flows      
like warm rain droplets    
upon her skin      
along her back      
down her haunches   
dripping down between   
the cleft of her    
magnificent orbs  
her arse's beauty  
gleaming cherry red     
  
clear becomes opaque     
in desperation, her body    
quivers and shakes      
with a rye grin     
he strikes her flesh      
once again    
his tool spews    
wicked     
hot     
cascades of cum-hither,     
   
down     
between     
parted thighs    
   
...no longer dry      
her labia weeps   
     
rock    
         hard
-the power of    
                      his magnificent sex      
 
beats her sparkling pearl      
into submission...     
   
.....along the road to perdition     
he violates her gates,      
legs spread wide      
feet curled and pointed skyward      
filling her lithe body  
the fulfillment      
of their hedonist prophecy    
   
she feels his fire.....    
                    ....the fire within his whip
     
    
 
 
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 28th Jan 2018
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