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The Flogger

The Flogger

Hung from a high beam I'm waiting for the flogger to bite my flesh, the pain is like a brand new day, it makes me feel so fresh

The leather wraps itself around my butt, I can't wait to see the mark, I just love the way it feels, my sexual desires start to spark

The tails are a perfect fit they wrap around me nice and snug, it makes me feel a inner calmness it's like a well intended hug

Hanging there waiting the anticipation builds so fast, I'm desperate to feel the first strike, I'm not sure how much longer I can really last

Do I have to beg for the strike, ok please strike my body master, lay the flogger on my skin, hit me harder, I beg you hit faster

Dam I'm awake it's late o'clock and I'm stuck in my lonely bed, i haven't got any marks, it was just a flogging in my head

How I wish you were real and the flogger really marked my skin, for tonight would be the perfect night to get some  pain and sin

Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
Author's Note
Oh to feel the bite
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