- Erotic Poetry
- Don't Disappoint Daddy
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Daddy doesn't want to fuck me through the conflict
but he wants me fucked, just the same.
Glass and plastic toys will do
but they just aren't organic
like a large, plump, dark green cucumber.
"It's too big Daddy, it hurts."
He pulls me into his chest with his strong arms,
my face nestled in his neck.
He can feel me breath and tremble.
"Daddy no, Daddy stop," but those are not the word Princess.
I hate to say it, hate to disappoint Daddy.
More writhing, tiny tears, "Chicago!"
I feel Daddy reach around to pull it out
but instead he jabs it into me, deeper and deeper
over and over again.
Holding me tight so I can't get away
feeling me moan and whimper, and shudder.
"You have permission to come."
And I do, agonized, confused, split open, tear soaked.
Anything for Daddy.
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