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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
Ron
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
Ron
Published 19th Sep 2023
Author's Note
Oh to feel the bite
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