Beneath His Blue Robe

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I find joy and intense satisfaction in my Sir's lap.
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Dear Sir,
Will you please
Let your little one
Crawl up in your
Big, warm lap?

I want to
Hide beneath
The folds of your
Soft, blue robe

Yes, little one,
Come here,
Climb into my
Hungry lap,
Find pleasure
You've never
Felt
Before

You open your
Robe
Inviting me to
Join you
Inside your
Cozy cave for two

I excitedly
Climb up
And straddle your
Naked lap
Joyfully

I feel so safe,
so contentedly small,
When you
Embrace me in your
Strong arms
and
Wrap your
Soft, blue robe around my
Eager, trembling body,
Holding me tightly
Against your
Warm, broad chest

I feel comforted
When I lay my
Flushed face against your
Bare skin,
Listening to your
Loud, fast heartbeat, your
Deep, vibrating breaths

I feel intensely aroused
When I feel your
Hard, throbbing cock
Pressed against my
Smooth, wet pussy

I grip your
Large shoulders with my
Small, hungry hands
And,
Leveraging against their
Strength,
I lift my
Lithe body
Up
And up,
So my
Sweetest hole,
so wet, so needy,
Rises above your
Glorious, hard cock

And I slowly
Lower down
down
Until you fill me
Completely

Your little one
Riding her Sir
Up
And Down,
Up
And Down

Rapturously
Expressing
The delight
You bring me

You see
Lust and
Happiness
Spilling from my
Wide, blue eyes

You hear
Sounds of my
Womanly carnal pleasure
Mixed with
Innocent girlish joy...
moaning
giggling
whimpering
groaning

You grab my
Small, bouncing tits
And pinch my
Big, hard nipples

You kiss
The flesh of my
Vulnerable neck

Oh
oh
ooooh!
Sir!!!

Throwing my
Head back
I scream with
Glorious agony!

Oh, god,
Sir,
Please,
May I cum for
You?!

Yes, little one,
Cum
for me
for you
for us,
Now

My voice rises up
Higher...
Ohh!
Higher!
Ohhh!

I cry out loudly
Ohhh god, Sirrrrr!
I'm
C
u
m
m
i
n
g

An otherworldly scream
Emanates from
The center of my
Ignited soul
Escaping unbidden,
Uncontrollable,
Filling the
Heady, fuck-scented air

Ahh!
Yesss,
Release!
Exultant release!
My body
and pussy
pulse crazily
as I ride
Up
and
down
On your
Fucking, amazing cock

You
give a
Deep
Guttural
Primal
Moan

You join
My
Crazy
Movements

Our
Wild
Frenzy

Filling me with your
Amazing gift to
Me, your little one,
Filling me with your
Precious seed

I'm dripping,
Saturating your
Wonderful lap with our
Liquid joy,
Sweet cum mixed together,
So sticky
And beautiful

Our movements
Slow
I luxuriously
Sit in your
Satisfying lap with your
Satisfied cock still inside
My sweet, wet hole

You kiss my
Forehead tenderly,
Holding
Me close

I'm happy to be
My Sir's little one,
So safe
So satisfied
So content,
Nestled under his
Soft
Blue
Robe

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Thank you so much to darrenr for his editorial assistance!

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3 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Extremely hot!

AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Amazing poetry again from this accomplished writer. Writes with such passion and eroticism. Can feel 'Little Ones' wanton lust as she rides her 'Sir'. Her description of female orgasm is so intense, you crave more from this incredible poet.

Paul4playPaul4playover 2 years ago

Oh My!

Steamy erotic hunger and rapture!

Sir and Little One, bound together…..

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