One more stroke
Cocooned in the darkness, I have no sight and I cannot hear a sound, laying here so vulnerable, my wrists and legs are bound
I have no clue whose around me, I wait nervously for their touch, the anticipation is building, it's almost getting quite too much
Then I feel a warm breeze, there's a soft breath upon my skin, my senses are in overdrive on this night of kinky skin
Then a soft hand grasps my manhood, it goes hard to her expert skill, I feel her lips surround it, I'm at the mercy of her will
Working hard on my shaft I'm lost within the power of her suck, then she climbs onto my dick, we slowly start to fuck
Her pussy's muscles grasp me hard, she's so wet but yet so tight, I feel her nails start to claw my chest, the pain brings me such delight
She rides throughout the night, but as I begin to cum, she gets off until I'm calm again, this orgasm denial doesn't seem much fun
On the edge of bursting one stroke away from blowing seed, she stops and I'm left alone, she's fulfilled her controlling sexual need
THE KINKY POET