Thursday, June 2, 2011

In Good Hands

Have you ever been in good hands?
How about a good mouth?
I don't usually do this...but...
You look tasty as a motherfucker!

I have a thing for fine wine and dark chocolate.
My mouth waters every time I see you.

Just the thought of you brings my body to a level of uncontrollable vibration.

Yeah.

I have a daddy fetish.  Will you be my daddy?
let me hop on your lap,
bounce around until I fall off.
You can spank me with your big hands.
Grab my ass,  make me cry.
What are you doing to me?

I wanna do things to you that would make Lil' Kim clutch her pearls.  No lie.
First I lick around then kiss then suck.
Doing tongue laps to climb your tower of power and before we know it,
I am completely filled.  Choking.  Drooling.
And you can no longer control yourself.

You pull my afro puffs and moan and say,
"That's right.  Don't stop.  Daddy's comin'"

but I don't want you to just yet

I got your pipe in my hand and I'm licking other places that haven't been given a name yet.

The sweet torture turns me on.  Hearing you moan like a wounded lion.

Neither of us can take it anymore so I let you
toss me like a rag doll and have your way.
Deep, thick, thrusts we be like hand and glove we be like slip and slide
You're pounding me like I did something wrong and its okay.
I yell, "Yes Daddy, yes!"
Our desire, our lust is a 7.9 on the richter scale
Collapsed bed frame and freaked out neighbors prove it.

But we don't care. You continue to pump the life in me.
And I'm spent. You kiss me, gently caressing my face, my scalp,
and you say, "How's daddy's little girl?"

and I say,

"I'm in good hands."



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