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Golden Ticket

A landmark present, a birthday treat
a small card embossed, so discrete  
an uptown address, you could visit next week  
please knock twice and ask for Bernice  
  
You were fore warned, and knew what to expect  
and she dangles the cuffs on a nail so Red  
my mind raced, its thoughts a disgrace  
for Bernice's curves, were in the right place  
   
Her house coat was loose, and I saw a black basque  
fish net stockings and high heels to match  
and now to business, she said with a smile  
the bed with its mirrors, and black sheets detail  
   
The mood lighting looked good on my tan  
naked, exposed, clothes removed one by one  
i think some corrections required, was her quip  
snap the golden handcuffs  closed with a click  
   
Spread- eagled, shackled to the ends of the bed    
anointed with oil, from my toes to my head  
she released her auburn hair, tied up in a bun  
and smothered my face in Chanel No 10  
   
My self control is usually quite good  
but my cock stood up like a stay on a hood  
and traced her hand on my inner thigh  
and said "the length, now that's a surprise " 
   
 In her hand she held a birch cane  
my butt was the target, striped flesh aflame  
but the sight of her vagina, was nearly to much  
smooth as a peach and no sign of red fluff  
   
Good cop and bad cop that Bernice advertised  
Satan and Angel a coin of both sides  
her lips so soft on my organs flare  
syncopation, that horse riders blaze  
   
The canter, the gallop, the prick of the spurs  
to ride abandoned, that bareback mare  
 blindfolded savage to charge on the plains  
 waterfall sprays, and pulse in your veins    
   
Now this wont hurt just kneel and relax  
as she strapped  on a dildo, gleaming and black  
just for your anal pleasure she said with a laugh  
to lubricate it, just spat on the shaft  
   
I gasped as it entered, that no foreplay burn  
a virgin queen riveted down  
to just a straight guy? the utter distaste  
but pleasure is never confined to one place  
   
For latent desires, were stowed  well away  
am I AC or DC, that question is raised  
to ride or be ridden an intriguing prospect  
and I'm saving my pennies to take the next step  
   
!'ve shagged her fanny and she fucked my arse  
the goodies you get with a golden pass  
tart not a cake for my birthday treat  
the sort of bash I'd like to repeat  
   
 
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 29th Dec 2020
Author's Note
Chanel No 10 a counterfeit brand
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