My Little Book Of Sex Poems

My Master,My Drug (MxW)

My master was returning from his trip today and I couldn't wait..

I had made preparations to ensure he fucks me and I had no plans of failing

I could feel it already,the touch of his fingers and the feel of silk around my eyes..I couldn't wait to feel the restraint I love

My thighs quavering in anticipation was a clear sign of my lust and my mind plays tricks on me

How he kisses my nipples and uses a clamp to keep on pleasuring me

How he slips his fingers into my mouth and makes me suck on them till they got so wet

How he slipped those fingers into my woman..and tickles my edges,fondling my breast at the same time

How i'm laid down in waiting; bound wrists and ankles like a sacrifice; a sacrifice of lust;blindfolded and willing...writhing and moaning like a wanton whore

How he takes me on edge with the way those peacock feathers brush through my thighs and circles around my nipples making me arch in need for something more

How I feel his tongue in my pussy,how my juices race to meet his tongue,how he licks and sucks my clits and slurp like it's his favourite juice

How I'm so lost in euphoria as he uses ice to tickle my nipple and and how said nipples ache for his tongue and how he responds like he knew

How I'm almost crazy ;pleading,and begging my master to take me however way he wanted

How my wish is granted and I feel his thick cock pushing through my walls,stretching my vagina;filling me up completely

How I beg him to move faster;pound me harder love me harder and how he does just that;gosh..I sound like a druggie

How I scream like a banshee as he rams through me ;shaking and mumbling incoherent words,as he keeps on ramming like a bull

How I jerk in ecstasy as I cum and how I keep on floating in cloud nine as he feels me up with his warm essence

How even when he pulls out my pussy still twitches in want like an addict and then the aftercare comes

Oh...how he cares for me cleaning my wrists and ankles; tucking me in ..whispering sweeter words than honey and his love for me...cuddling into me like he fears to loose me

The doorbell is a rude awakening of my fantasy and I come to only to see my master watching me...smiling so wickedly as he shows me the video he took of me ;

Crazy I must be....to be shamelessly masturbating to my sinful fantasies but then I can't help; my master is a drug and I love my drug and he loves me too...