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They call me a monster,
The most venomous kind
For I dont just devour your body,
I also make mush of your mind..
Bared fangs dripping venom
Can't wait to sink ny teeth
into unwitting flesh
and make her fall fast asleep..
but not until I'm deep..
Wiggling around, thrusting my furious fiery words
In and out as I pound..
Hissing and spitting the kind of truths
Some can't even handle..
I don't hide in your closet, little girl...

And thus, they call me the monster..
Dont let my smile confuse..
I never simply complimenting..
Merely preparing for use..
And while you'll love the abuse
And love the heated sensations
And love the overflowing wetness
That will soon overtake you..
And while you'll soon grow addicted
To what my dick did just then..
When you finally depart,
You'll still feel me within..

Yes, monstrous I..the monster is me..
Evil wrapped in human skin
Keeping you coming again..
But I'm no fairy tale or myth..
But let this legend remain..
Once you've seen my true form..
you won't be the same.
 
If you think
I’ll go down quietly,
Then you don’t know me
At all.
I bite. And lick
And chain,
And pull
Until submission
Gushes from gashes
Of guttural delight.
Don’t be fooled
By a sweet, wide smile
Because they hide the devil.
And I’m not afraid to
Break his chains
And use them on you.
 
If you think
I’ll go down quietly,
Then you don’t know me
At all.
I bite. And lick
And chain,
And pull
Until submission
Gushes from gashes
Of guttural delight.
Don’t be fooled
By a sweet, wide smile
Because they hide the devil.
And I’m not afraid to
Break his chains
And use them on you.

Thank you for the chest fur, Pervy! :heart:
 
Stretched and taut, friction builds as every curve of the canvas
succumbs,
Marking, ridges tell tales of taught dominance and given submission.
Pulled tighter, soft breaths escape flared nostrils,
Lips barely move,
Silence is the greatest gift, a sweet nectar served alongside a palatable meal.
Form bent, or stretched wide, patterns vary with details only perceptible
and meaningful
to those involved..

The canvas opens, following the lines of the tour guide,
Closely watching with eyes burning brightly,
Lids fluttering, lashes creating gentle whisps of air
As textures mix with touch,
Brushing combines with clear and purposeful application.
Wrists, waist, hips, buttocks, thighs,
Head pulled back, hair hanging like curtains against a luxurious stage.
The canvas looks magnificent.
The canvas looks statuesque.
The canvas, bound and limited,
Ready to be appreciated, lavished upon,
This canvas glistens and glows as the artist
Prepares for the final, masterful knot.
Pulled, secured, and offered.
 
There’s a rush
Of wind
That begins to spin the world
Round and round,
While we don’t realize
That every rotation
Spins us further down
And down...
And down.
Sometimes we awaken
Before bottoming out.
Other times the sound
Of the splat
Reverbs
As a memorial
To our fall.
 
If you think
I’ll go down quietly,
Then you don’t know me
At all.
I bite. And lick
And chain,
And pull
Until submission
Gushes from gashes
Of guttural delight.
Don’t be fooled
By a sweet, wide smile
Because they hide the devil.
And I’m not afraid to
Break his chains
And use them on you.

*giggles about gushes from gashes... hehe*
 
Lol. Glowing from gushes and gashes??

The whole “gashes” thing just reminds me of someone who is a bit of a pot-stirrer in the playground. They enjoy a good gushing gash... me? I think a finesse with a meaty mound necessary... but I’m just awkward when it comes to writing about the parts between my legs.
 
The whole “gashes” thing just reminds me of someone who is a bit of a pot-stirrer in the playground. They enjoy a good gushing gash... me? I think a finesse with a meaty mound necessary... but I’m just awkward when it comes to writing about the parts between my legs.

Hell, who isn’t? A good gushing gash. Lol.

Thank you for visiting my far less prolific arena. You honor this space, Lady Moochie of Nanu.
 
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