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Alone in your room

Alone in your room

When you're in your bed at night, some thoughts run through your mind, a need might come over you, a need of the sexy kind

You slide a hand around your tits, your nipples stand up tall, you tug them, you twist them, but now you want it all

You slide out your babydoll, you're naked on your bed, you start to stroke your body, with your lover in your head

Hands running down your skin, you stroke your soft plump thighs, desire sweeps across you, you let slip out some sexy sighs

Now you have decided, its time to get quite rough, your feeling very horny and stroking ain't enough

So you go off to your toyboy, its so full of fun and games, what will you need tonight, that decision still remains

Obviously your butt plug, for you it is a staple must, you've had it for a long time, it's the one you really trust

Oh look you've found a pen, you write upon your skin, it says "fulfill all your desires, just push your fingers in"

You write your masters name, or Daddy owns this bit, you will want marks tonight, your crop will see to it.

Crop hits on your soft plump mound, that will mark for sure, pain washes over you, as your body screams and begs for more

You close your eyes and clamp your teeth hard upon your tit, that will leave a bruise for sure, then you strike another hit

Juices flowing wildly, the pleasures mixed with pain, each smacks like your lovers cock thrust, so you crop yourself again

Now you get onto your knees, its time to spank your arse, a slow solid spanking, you must not cum to fast

Everytime you land a blow, your lovers in your dream, it's him that you wanting beating you, its him or so it seems

He is the sexual fantasy, that hides behind your eyes, when your alone in your room, his face will be the guide

Guiding you to a climatic orgasm, in your mind you feel his touch, when you're finger fucking yourself, its him deep inside your crutch

Pussy sore and bruised, bite marks, and red raw cheeks, these will be reminders, you'll hope they'll last for weeks

You glance into the mirror you're just about to cum, dirty words cover you, there's hand prints on your bum

With a shudder and a scream, you are finally there, juices soaks your bedding, there's sweat caked in your hair

Flat on your back, your finished, your body feels so sore, you think of him an simply smile, the toys fall to the floor

You get cleaned up, you shower, the sex is washed away, you put away your sex toys, until another day

Sliding back into bed, you find crops welts are quite deep, you rub your fingers over them, a slowly start to sleep

Ron
Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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Thinking of her lover, master or Daddy
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