Roped up

Poem Info
Loosing control in bed keeps me sane in the world.
130 words
4.5
477
2
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
Maryashan
Maryashan
1 Followers

Hands behind my back, ropes crossing my body, tight enough to keep me still. Heel of my feet on my ass, ass up, ofcourse the ropes keeping me in that position. Legs closed, head resting on the soft bed, nipples slightly touching the cold, silk sheets. His hands on the rope on the curves of my back, am all his. I trust he'll fulfill my sexual desires, so I have my eyes closed waiting for his tip on the soft of my petals. When it comes, it's everything I had hoped and more. Its achingly sweet, but I can't scream, his favorite tie is on my mouth. He uses the rope to move me forward and back, fucking me in his pace. He is in control and I love it.

Maryashan
Maryashan
1 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
1 Comments
Paul4playPaul4playover 2 years ago

I can see and feel you willing submission…

Share this Poem

Similar poems

Once Forth Eorlingas - in spectacles
A Steam Punk In My Boudoir making up in all sorts of ways
Relaxing with You A D/s couple's fantasy
A Loving Gaze A sonnet of shared sensuality
Good morning Sometimes a girl takes what a girl wants
More Stories