- Erotic Poetry
- A Queen Pt. 4
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‘A queen’ I think, alone in my room feeling myself up.
A queen named Princess, Slut, Sweetie, the list can go on forever. My body craves attention.
From my partners and from any non/man I meet. I am Ass-tonishing. My ass isn’t that big but
it’s hot and holds power over those who see it. The waves tattooed on each cheek lift and drop,
rise and fall, your gaze, their gaze, her gaze following them as they go…
‘A queen, who values collars and leashes, tails and gems far more than crowns. A queen who
wants micro-dresses, short skirts and shorts and thongs or cheekies over elegant gowns.’ I type
this fully clothed with my short-shorts worn over my leggings, a T-shirt hiding my small but
growing boobs. I write these just as sexy now as I will be later without a stitch of clothing aside
from my collar, a butt plug stretching my slutty asshole between my tatted cheeks, below the
tattoos on my back and behind my queen’s dick.
