Margaret's Room

Dark room at the end of the corridor
Scents of exotic oils on the air
On the bed I breath it in
Imagining myself far away
On a sunny beautiful Island
Laying on the sand
Soaking in the sun

On me the man heaved
Pumping his dick into this cleft
A vagina it is called
But to him its a gaping cunt
For him to waste his load
Something he is compelled
To get rid off

He plunges and plunges
His engorged cock
Into the moist hole it slides
Ripples play on his buttocks
As he strained to a destination
That all men are fixed on
Bursting out after penetration

He opened my legs wide
He puts my legs on his shoulder
He gets ready for a ride
Grunting as he goes faster
Oh yes faster and harder
As he strained and gather
For the pinnacle of pleasure

He screams someone's name
As he ejaculated
Heaving and heaving as he came
His face fiercely contorted
And then he went limp
He fell on me
surprisingly soft and gentle

In the room, I lay quiet
Stroking the stranger's hair
As he suck my tits
His hand soft on me down there
"Do you love me Margaret?"
He softly whispers
I closed my eyes

I am not Margaret
This is in my thought
That is much my regret
No one will love me
Like he loved her
Pretending a whore
Is eternally her

Laying alone on the bed
Smelling the scent of exotic oil
Loneliness loved me hard
Sucked the essence of my soul
Caressed my body
Hugged me to sleep
I wish I was Margaret.