Lover’s Game

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Your game started before you even walked in the door.
The love of your life
Your darling wife
The woman you adore
Your secret little whore
She’s dying to please
You’ve been such a sadistic tease
She’s aching for your touch
She’s been wet all night Laying in bed
With thoughts of your head
Between her smooth legs
Please she begs
Please fuck me ,she moans
She knows it’s you who owns
The glistening mound between her thighs
Lord knows she loves the look in your eyes

 

Photo by Lana Abie

 

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Turn the lights down low
As I feel my soul letting go
Hearts beating in time
With the rhythmic sighs
That escape her lips
As my fingertips put on a show
Giving her that glow
The soft moans
Turning to screams of lust
With every thrust
I see the trust in her eyes
As I take my prize
That lies between her thighs
Lips of sweet honey
Trickling down the tongue
Until she can’t anymore
That’s when I’m done
And that’s just the beginning

 

Lesson Learned

You’ve finally learned your place

All it took was your disgrace

She did it out love

She did it because it was time

You are one of those she loves

Yet you are not her lover

Least not physically

She knew you were tugging at the leash

So for you she had a lesson to teach

 

From dusk till dawn ,you have watched, heard and been the source of laughter

She dressed you like a two dollar whore

Red lips and shiny pink finger tips

She made you answer the door

He laughed so hard when he saw you

She made you drop to your knees

And give him an oral tease

You spent the rest of time

Fetching food and drink

Watching as you knelt

Seeing her melt

Like putty in his hands

You were just beginning to understand

 

The night went on

To bedroom, you were stripped to your lingerie

Bound to the chair and gagged with her wet panties

They made you watch, as they fucked. You saw it all

Every time he came

She threw the used condom on you

They fucked for what seemed like hours

In the morning you heard them in the showers

Still bound to the chair

A used condom dripping in your hair

He said goodbye

And she left you there

To sit and watch her sleep

You wanted to weep

For you knew finally it was true

You were property

A favorite pet

You were not her lover

Never were, never will be

You belong to her

And that’s how it was meant to be

The slut

Pleading, needing the eager slut wants a feeding 

On its knees ever ready to please

Dropping to all fours like a lusting whore

Crying in frustration for more

Sighing in completion on the floor 

As the last of twelve finishes off

The slut never got off

The chastity  prevented it

And never did the slut spit

Now it wallows

In all the cum it could not swallow 

Happy to be of use

Sad it is over

For service is its lover

And the slut craves the abuse