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Click hereIn the quiet of the night
Words appear in my head.
They read so perfectly
My hunger must be fed!
My thoughts drift to my lovers.
What will get me off tonight.
What fantasy will have me squirting with delight.
Am I kidnapped and taken for sex?
Am I undressed and paraded in my best?
Am I a sex slave to do what others wish?
Am I the one to suck many a stiff!
My fantasies dance around in my head,
Someone is getting wet and cumming in this here bed!
I’m getting wet and coming close
My fingers know their way.
They move, my body stiffens
There’s a squirter on display.
Aroused and almost there,
It’s hot! It’s wet, it’s Intense!
It lasts for just a few seconds,
No need for recompense.
Our fantasies that we create
they are just that in fact.
But live them out and make them real if only in the sack!
Yes Williamesquire
I thought so too.
But being a poem I wanted rhyme
So I tried “stiff” just this time! :)
Thanks I hope so. Yes I find my thoughts just over flow lately.
The use of stiff seems wrong for some reason, dick or cock seems to fit better but its purely personal... Otherwise it worked for me :)
This is so real. Those night time fantasies can run the gamut from simple vanilla to crazy hedonistic ones. And one does always seem to leave deeply satisfied.