Bondage sex (it was all rather tame)
She got off on… a nice edgy game.
Take it up one more notch?
Maybe let people watch?
Yep, she’d go back for more of the same!
Tag: bondage
In a spirit of enquiry
So she went on the net to arrange
Her first lesbian thing, for a change…
And she found it quite fun.
Tick that box. Been there. Done.
So what next? Bondage? Something more strange?
The dungeon
The whole dungeon thing… quite overdone,
She thought. Slave, indeed! Still… rather fun.
And the whip and the chains…
Still, she had, for her pains,
Had a fuck, and that’s better than none!
Cuckold
Bound and gagged… a man couldn’t be dafter!
His wife’s moans, the fuck-sounds, her laughter!
He seethes, as he ought,
Yet he’s hard at the thought
Of his fucking her wet pussy after!
Sin of omission
A few things he omitted to mention…
(Forgot to, or else by intention),
The bondage, the whips…
So that now, as she strips,
She looks round, filled with vague apprehension.
Wish list
There’s a thing that I crave, she explained…
To be naked and helpless, restrained…
You can fuck me, of course,
But with cruelty, force…
But I need to be whipped too. Or caned.
Cooling off
She thought “God! A girl must be insane!”
He was saying, “There will be some pain…
You’ll be whipped. I may spank you…”
She’d stripped, but said “Thank you…
But no… I believe I’ll abstain.”
Game
She’d been strung up, whipped, tickled and caned,
Fucked and buggered, left totally drained…
All, of course, just a game,
But the way that she came
Was decidedly not the least feigned!
Captured
The young amazon, powerful, lithe,
Could do nothing but grimace and writhe…
Naked, spreadeagled, bound
To the stakes in the ground…
His cock cut through her cunt like a scythe!
Sunday roast
“Gosh! This bondage thing’s fun!” she admitted.
“I feel quite sluttish!” she tittered…
“Hog-tied, fucked both ends
By yourself and your friends…
Like a damn chicken, trussed up and spitted!”