Receive Talent With Open Arms

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Chained and spread upon the bed
Drenched in passion's sweet fluids
And the sweat of her endeavor
She services the man she playfully calls "Master"

Her bindings rattle with his thrusts
Her arms and legs open
Her embraces constrained
To the liquid junctions
Of rod and socket
Piston and cylinder
Solid shaft and soft enveloping folds

In climax after climax she anoints him
With hot and joyful fluids

She pleads for more with open mouth
In subservient tones
And graphic requests

Pleased with her performance
And exquisite reactions
He grants her her request,
Shifts higher upon the bed
Stifles her voice with his flesh

Beaming down upon her in satisfaction
He locks eyes with her

Together they smile

Though chained and spread
Her talent works magic upon his senses
Until finally extracting
The essence she craves,
His torrent released and quickly consumed

Outsiders believe she's merely servicing her dominant man
But the complexity of truth
Reveals the mutually satisfying nature
Of their intimate arrangement

(For K)

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SweetOblivionSweetOblivionalmost 11 years ago
Okay.

This is okay but it doesn't say anything new or differently - you might think about how you can lift this up from it's tendency to sink towards the banal and pedestrian (not that this is banal or pedestrian in itself) to find your own voice. S.O.

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