Wild imagination
Is it wrong to dream of owning a incredibly dirty little slut, the kind of girl that does anything and who loves plugs in her butt
I lay here late at night doing things with my imaginary whore, having sex in every place then throwing her down onto the floor
She would be there at my every call, or sitting at my feet, she would adore me in every way and think sucking my cock is a wonderous treat
She would love to be tied up, on her gorgeous body I would feast, she'd love me to eat her out, she would beg for my sexual beast
Her body would be my canvas my marks woukd be my paintings on her skin, each one is a masterpiece crafted by our sin
She would hover her wetness above me held at the perfect height, I would only need to stick out my tongue to feed on her pussy lapping at her wetness throughout the night
Rough sex and role play and of course she'd always be wearing soft Red lace, she does that just to please me as it puts a naughty smile across my face
In my imagination and in my dreams we share a mix of sex and kinky play, until the early morning alarm goes off and it's time to start another lonely day
THE KINKY POET