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Gentlemen are wont

If gentlemen are wont to pull my hair,
Then who am I to object? So, I kneel
On all fours and accept the tugs that bear
No ill-will nor the malice you might feel
Were you to spot this scene or come across
This confection, and sense certain surprise
At my compliance to his wishes. Toss
Imagined wrongs away and then devise
Another explanation for this quest:
Seeking control on one hand. I submit
And show the trust he eulogises. Rest
All your anxieties: we have a fit:
We know just what we want and what is not
Conducive to his cock in my wet slot.

Written by SweetOblivion
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Author's Note
Written today after a nice little session - please do write about your scenes too (but don't pass mine off as yours).
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