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Gaggin
I could tell she was gagging for it
little Miss Prim & Proper,
sat there popping gum
soaking her panties in secret
alone by herself at that corner table
crossing and uncrossing her legs
looking my way, making her play--
sweet Princess Skinny Tits Cool.
She would be easy prey,
all I had to do was
just give her the eye
every so often
to make sure she saw me
staring that second too long
every once in a while.
It seemed like my night for lucky
and her night for ravenous
and I was getting hungry myself
when I clocked the Princess
up and tracking me round the floor,
shaking her long hair and smiling
devouring any glances I tossed in her direction.
Obviously, this was gonna be a no-contest.
It was a gold carat cert
she'd be on fire and moaning
before I worked half a finger inside
to explore her wettest little corner of joy.
She'd be molten by the time I had peeled her
like a baby orange ready for the juicer.
My fingers were already pulling apart
the pink lace panties I could plainly see
peeping from the top of her jeans
I couldn't wait
for that satisfying give of material
to hear her gasp and squeal.
And after I'd started the slo-o-o-w licking
on both sides of her clit
this silky butterfly tongue would be feathering her pussy
with dainty little kisses
I knew her head would go limp,
thrown back with the softness of her throat exposed.
She'd be gagging and begging for more.
You can always tell a screamer
by the rise and fall of the hips.
Urgency abandons itself to frenzy
as any last remaining taboos incinerate
in the first wild moments of burning gush.
There's a warm wall
and then they hit
they can't stop coming
over and over
again and more
shuddering on
until they're lost to exhaustion and sleep.
With Princess on the edge, I'd wait
watch her eyes grow even wider
before I began exploring her cutesy tinkerbell ass.
It looked tight and firm
but I needed to be sure it was ready
to perform exactly the way I wanted
when the time came for total control.
Moving in close
to breathe: 'Hi angel' in her ear
I noticed how her make-up
looked somewhat over applied
I took in the awkward thickness
of her wrists
hearing too much bass
in a voice that was too low,
too eager, too deep...
And she was telling me
how beautifully I danced
when her hand shot out
and grabbed me by the balls
holding on to both
as tightly as anybody could.
I quickly found out
that when lust is transformed into terror
all of a sudden
two different sorts of adrenaline combine.
It's a blood draining moment, which leaves the body numb
and in that instant
I was left with no doubt
whatever I did
this hungry Princess wasn't letting go.
I was caught, white faced
in an unshakeable death grip
my retreating cock
unashamedly beating my previous best time
to shrink to a shadow of nothing.
There I stood, too surprised to scream
being groped in public without mercy
towed helplessly around the dance floor
by a size eight lady boy half my size.
Princess Skinny Tits Cool
had me paralysed
I was gagging for mercy
and very definitely
powerless
to resist.
little Miss Prim & Proper,
sat there popping gum
soaking her panties in secret
alone by herself at that corner table
crossing and uncrossing her legs
looking my way, making her play--
sweet Princess Skinny Tits Cool.
She would be easy prey,
all I had to do was
just give her the eye
every so often
to make sure she saw me
staring that second too long
every once in a while.
It seemed like my night for lucky
and her night for ravenous
and I was getting hungry myself
when I clocked the Princess
up and tracking me round the floor,
shaking her long hair and smiling
devouring any glances I tossed in her direction.
Obviously, this was gonna be a no-contest.
It was a gold carat cert
she'd be on fire and moaning
before I worked half a finger inside
to explore her wettest little corner of joy.
She'd be molten by the time I had peeled her
like a baby orange ready for the juicer.
My fingers were already pulling apart
the pink lace panties I could plainly see
peeping from the top of her jeans
I couldn't wait
for that satisfying give of material
to hear her gasp and squeal.
And after I'd started the slo-o-o-w licking
on both sides of her clit
this silky butterfly tongue would be feathering her pussy
with dainty little kisses
I knew her head would go limp,
thrown back with the softness of her throat exposed.
She'd be gagging and begging for more.
You can always tell a screamer
by the rise and fall of the hips.
Urgency abandons itself to frenzy
as any last remaining taboos incinerate
in the first wild moments of burning gush.
There's a warm wall
and then they hit
they can't stop coming
over and over
again and more
shuddering on
until they're lost to exhaustion and sleep.
With Princess on the edge, I'd wait
watch her eyes grow even wider
before I began exploring her cutesy tinkerbell ass.
It looked tight and firm
but I needed to be sure it was ready
to perform exactly the way I wanted
when the time came for total control.
Moving in close
to breathe: 'Hi angel' in her ear
I noticed how her make-up
looked somewhat over applied
I took in the awkward thickness
of her wrists
hearing too much bass
in a voice that was too low,
too eager, too deep...
And she was telling me
how beautifully I danced
when her hand shot out
and grabbed me by the balls
holding on to both
as tightly as anybody could.
I quickly found out
that when lust is transformed into terror
all of a sudden
two different sorts of adrenaline combine.
It's a blood draining moment, which leaves the body numb
and in that instant
I was left with no doubt
whatever I did
this hungry Princess wasn't letting go.
I was caught, white faced
in an unshakeable death grip
my retreating cock
unashamedly beating my previous best time
to shrink to a shadow of nothing.
There I stood, too surprised to scream
being groped in public without mercy
towed helplessly around the dance floor
by a size eight lady boy half my size.
Princess Skinny Tits Cool
had me paralysed
I was gagging for mercy
and very definitely
powerless
to resist.
Published 22nd Mar 2010
| Edited 14th Jul 2012
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22nd Mar 2010 1:38pm
Shows how even though you can think you have total control, it can easily be turned around! Your ending is marvellous! Great work, Abra :)
22nd Mar 2010 2:16pm
Deceptive appearances seem to follow me around, Arryn - thanks for your star feeback - it's always a thrill to learn what you think about my postings.
22nd Mar 2010 2:00pm
you've got a nice, even gentle sense of humour. mostly, i liked bits about lust - it seems you worked harder on them. and you literally managed to capture that feeling in words - to cage it even. enjoyed every single line. great job
22nd Mar 2010 9:04pm
I am so thrilled you enjoyed every line, Natalya - I think that's the biggest compliment you could pay me. I am always worried that one little slip in a piece of this nature can ruin its entire credibility. Thanks again for your valued feedback.
Anonymous
22nd Mar 2010 7:18pm
with sex recently, which is interesting. Good red-blooded poem with a couple of decent observations regarding the nature of lust.
22nd Mar 2010 7:45pm
Blinded by lust, my eyes turned to dust and I wound up in bed with a mare, but that's what you get if you work up a sweat, so amorous stallions beware. Thanks for your kind feedback, Jack.
24th Mar 2010 10:06am
24th Mar 2010 11:38am
Thanks for the comment and adding this to your list, Coral. I'm thrilled you were entertained.
Anonymous
28th Mar 2010 10:10pm
wonderfully extreme
29th Mar 2010 1:34am
