Okay What Handsome Male On This Site Stole My Thong

Okay What Handsome Male On This Site Stole My Thong

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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What's the worst that can happen? If it doesn't do well I can put on my big girl panties, deal with it and move on. Halle Berry

Summary

What's the worst that can happen? If it doesn't do well I can put on my big girl panties, deal with it and move on.

Halle Berry

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Submitted: September 21, 2018

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Okay What Handsome Male On This Site Stole My Thong

Okay, what handsome male on this site stole my thong

It was in my lingerie drawer, vanished, gone

Those were my seductive pair at best

The pair that made you horny for me when we first met

Getting aroused beyond taking me on the floor as I seductively undressed

Your palms sliding up the back of my thighs, anticipation in your touch as I let

The satin fabric of my thong sent your body into physical depravation duress

Had me on the cold floor, ramming my pussy repeatedly without any cares as you do best

No need to have taken them, you could have just asked

But why, when you have the key to the sweet candy shop as it advertises my firm ass

Could it be the scent of me that drives you mad

Dreaming about your eager tongue stirring my pussy juices I must add

Slamming your dick inside, pulling my hair back…oh handsome one you’re so bad

Is it the saturation of my essence engrained in the fabric, I know you smell the sweet honeyed scent of me

Visions dancing inside your head of the teeny weeny string dividing my buttocks under lock and key

I want my thong back, they were expensive, yet I paid

The soft cushioned attire, against my Brazilian wax as it laid

Palm to the back of my thighs, to my pelvic taking a kiss

Breaking in the lock for pure undulated bliss

The feast of your mouth blanketing my pussy lips

Clenching in anticipation my curvaceous hips

Your tongue riding to the center for a dipping lick

Does my thong taste like the vintage French wine as the elixir when worn, streamed down to my clit

Tasting the contents from off my perky tits

Following the path of its flow drift

Greedily slurping the sweetness, getting intoxicated as you lapped my wet slit

Do you sniff them at your will as you please

Remembrance of me wearing them while suckling your dick on my knees

This is so lame, for me to even label a blame without any clues or a handsome one’s name

Return my thong or no dick and pussy carnal games

You can put them on me like you’ve taken them off, this time, with much control

Umm, I can’t refuse your desires, with a finger snaking inside my pussy hole, sliding my thong slowly up my legs as your lips patrol

One lick, two licks you have not even pulled them completely up

Pushing them back down to my ankles to slip a finger inside my tight butter rum cup

Wait, was that you

A handsome muse, who I would love to apprehend his dick inside my mouth and give him his manly just due, enticing the flavor of the mood

Choking off the length of his dick as I’m slobbing and stealing his release of oral food

Fingering myself hopefully, my thong will be revealed to me

Withdrawing my mouth after I’ve depleted him from the interrogation tease

For you to hold on to such a secret, after my mouth, my pussy and ass had you pleased

I just cannot accept someone is holding my thong hostage, for a taste of paradise one must conceive

If I show up on your post and sweetly ask, have you seen my satin thong

Just answer me sincerely so I can quietly move on

No doubt I will be bringing my warming oil and handcuffs

Surrender the joviality of your dick or fess up

You decide

The handcuffs or the weakening pussy ride

 

And the hunt begins


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