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Command Me

Poetry By: Vampy2034
Erotica


A poem about a dream I had about him (my darling) commanding me ;)


Submitted:Apr 2, 2012    Reads: 274    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


With my collar on,

with my knees against the cool tile floor,

I look up at you with pleading eyes.

I beg for your touch,

your kiss,

your mercy.

I await your commands,

The command for me to touch you,

The command for me to pleasure you.

Your hand grips my leash and urges me to look up,

Your eyes lock with mine,

They glint with lust.

Your voice is hard and stern,

commanding me to bend over,

and I comply.

Your hand stings against my ass,

I whimper from the pain,

but my wetness grows.

You call me naughty, dirty,

You tell me to beg for my punishment,

plead that it be harder.

I comply and you use more force,

I bite my lip to stop the moans from escaping,

I'm almost dripping from my excitement.

You stop and grope my ass roughly,

then kiss the sting away,

then suddenly you move.

Your fingers entangle themselves in my hair,

pulling roughly,

my arousal causing me to squirm.

You pull me up so that I am only on my knees,

You tell me to please you,

and I am eager to begin.

I unfasten your jeans,

sliding them off of you,

your erection prominent through your boxers.

You pull on my hair,

pulling me towards you,

urging me to hurry.

I pull them off of you,

gasping as I view your erection,

You pull on my hair once again.

Wrapping my hand around the base,

I run my tongue over the head,

As a moan escapes your lips.

I take just the head into my mouth,

sucking gently,

and you groan.

Impatient, you thrust against my mouth,

forcing yourself down my throat,

I suck you harder, eager to please.

Your moans make me so hot that I almost touch myself,

but you haven't commanded me to,

I continue pleasing you.

You look down at my squirming body,

knowing my urges,

and grin devilishly.

You moan louder and pull my hair,

knowing the temptation you're causing as I please you,

making my clit throb with need.

You pull away and make me look at you,

You demand that I beg you to let me touch myself,

I beg you to let me quell the aching need.

You watch me as I lightly rub myself,

my head thrown back as I moan,

Your hand stroking your erection all the while.

You reach out,

lightly touching me,

I beg for you to pleasure me.

You teasingly rub me,

making me squirm and moan,

I plead for you to allow me my deepest desire.

You flip me over,

Forcing my onto my hands and knees,

and rub your arousal against mine.

Your hand grabs my ass,

as your enter me roughly,

causing me to cry out in pleasure.

Your thrusts are rough,

I beg for you to go harder and faster,

and you comply.

Your thrusts become erratic,

I moan and beg for you to cum for me,

You groan and your thrusts grow harder.

You go faster and faster,

moans escaping both our mouths,

as we hit the peek together.

You fill me,

making me squirm,

as you slow down.

You remove yourself from me,

and pull me close, kissing me,

and suggest we shower together as your cum drips down my inner thigh.





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