Collaboration

Collaboration

You are stuck in lockdown I'm suffering just the same, so let's spend a little time, let us play a game.

We'll call it COLLABORATION a game for me and you, the rules are very simple, all tales they must be true.

You must say a fantasy, then I will tell you mine, then in collaboration, we'll turn them into rhyme

So you go first and tell me a thing that turns you on, then I will do like wise then, so on, so on, so on.

She tells me of her little desire, to be fucked out in the rain, I let slip my little quirk, I have a thing for pain.

She tells me how she likes it, hard right from behind, I told her I like girls dressed up, Princess Leia springs to mind.

She's always wanted girl on girl, whilst a man looked on, I must confess I lost all train of thought, to your fantasy I had gone.

I gathered up my train of thought, a tale has come to mind, tied up with leather straps and a hood to keep me blind.

She said it's time to open up, let's make these tales much hotter, she shifted anxious in her chair, I think I may have got her

She was getting horny, she ran her hands right down her thighs, I watched her every movement, she had me mesmerized.

She wanted to be taken, with force thrown to the floor, fucked in her arse and pussy, treated like a whore.

I guess she must feel safe, sitting in her home, talking at a distance, safe on her mobile phone.

We shared more of our fantasies, they really got hard core, you could tell we were both fit to burst, my balls could take no more

She said she must be going, to her i gave my love and thanks, you know the second that the phone went dead, we both ran off for wanks.


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