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10
8
MayThe Waterwheel
Water trickling
water gurgling
surging splashing
sploshy burbling
Wooden wheel
tirelessly turning
spun by cascading
torrents churning
O I’m such a naughty girl!
On sunny days I love to take
A whippy whacking rod
One to make my bottom ache
Naughty me, I’m quite undressed
Soft lush grass, bare feet caressed
A sunlit stroll, by gleaming brook
Down to my secret spanking nook
Passers-by would not believe
What devious imagination first conceived
Of harnessing pure water’s flow
To whack naughty bottoms so
I bend across the wooden bench
And slot the cane into the post
I feel it press upon my cheeks
Then the bit I love the most
On the wheel there is a peg
It lifts the cane and makes it creak
Up and up it bends until it slips
Whacking back to make me squeak
A short pause to catch my breath
Cane upon my stinging cheeks
The peg will soon be round again
Do any ever hear my shrieks?
My merciless water-powered imagination machine
Whisks my mind away to waking dreams
I imagine wrist and ankle stocks
They place a rod across my bum
Leaving me struggling against my locks
My shouts receding as they walk away
Leaving me at the mercy of the wheel
Perhaps they’ll not return today
Or I’m a naughty miller’s daughter
Sent to the wheel, discovered wanking
I’m disciplined by gushing water
Returning home to show my spanking
Afterwards I love to lie
On the dewy riverbank under sky
Damp grass soothing poor pink bum
Slow filthy rubbing ‘til I come
Mesmerised by the turning wheel
I rub to the rhythm of the lifting cane
Massaging deep within my crack
Pleasure overwhelming pain
O how it bends, and then whips back
Where my bottom used to be
My ears fill with an imagined thwack
Until I’m swept away excitedly
At night I listen to the rain
A trillion raindrops fill my dreams
Uniting… merging… surging…
Into torrential bottom smacking streams
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23
Aprsimmering
the heat rising from
my skin was put there by you,
are you satisfied? -
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14
Apri
if I tried to kiss you
would you stop me?
holding my face between
your hands
would you pull me in close
and brace
your mouth on mine
part my lips
with your tongue
breathe me in
taste my breath
sigh
ii
would a kiss be just the start
would your hands slip
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19
Febexploring her angles
like tangles in her hair
flung everywhere
just after a storm
twists and knots
they form
like our veins
and love gets quiet
after it rains
it’s complicated i know
but the deeper it flows
the more silent
love becomes -
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11
FebYour love is my lust
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24
JanSubmitted By: theshadowsmuse.tumblr.com
Prose, sorry…
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“I know you want me, boy,” her voice said, echoing around me and making me shiver a little. “I can see them in your mind. Your every craving and desire are exposed to my eyes as a baby is exposed at it’s birth.”
I jerked and tensed as she lightly placed her finger just above the crack of my ass and slowly traced up my spine and back down again before, to my disappointment, taking her finger off my skin. She giggled playfully at my reaction. “It’s so cute how your body reacts to even my smallest of my touches.” Her hands rested lightly on my waist, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My cock lengthened and hardened in record time. “Especially,” she whispered as her hands leisurely reached across my waist, down my pelvic region, and grasped my hardness tenderly, making me moan almost inaudibly, “this piece of flesh right here.”
I could do nothing but stand there and moan and groan in pleasure when she started stroking me. One of her hands was wrapped firmly around my shaft, slowly stroking me with long languorous strokes from base to tip, while the other was cupping and playing with my balls. I could feel the heat of her body on my back and I could hear her giggle whenever my manhood jumped or twitched in her small hand. I lost all track of time and gave in completely to her attention. “Please,” I whispered when I felt my balls stir.
“Please what?” She asked without breaking her rhythm at all.
“Please, let me cum…” I groaned out from between my clenched teeth.
My tormentor, my lover, chuckled and planted a butterfly kiss on my back before whispering, “Cum for me”.
I felt the pressure build up behind my balls and moaned out and my flesh stiffened in her hand and sent a rope of cum shooting out in front of me. She was giggling as I jerked in her hand, launching one shot after another, until I was completely spent.
My lover gathered some of my cum that was leaking from the tip of my cock onto her fingertip and put in her mouth, sucking it and moaning and savoring my taste before pulling the finger out with a ‘pop’.
“Delicious,” she whispered.
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24
Janbest marketing
A+
10/10
would recommend
WHEREDOTHEYSELLTHOSE?! I need them so bad. This is absolutely perfect.
They sell them at Target
CVS also has these.
Where is the one that says “help I am bleeding my guts out through my vagina”?
To come next month:
help I f*cked my whole life up
help I got really drunk last night
help I can’t poop
help I can’t stop poopingfollowed by over the counter “help” products:
help I really don’t want a baby
help I’m in a TON of pain
and
help I don’t want to make meth, I just actually want to feel betterwait. Did anyone see this:
http://helpineedhelp.com/#*I guess help I don’t want a baby is already a thing
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9
10
JanThe Flute
I love to touch your slender body
and hear the soft throaty sounds
that pour from you
as my long fingers cover
and uncover
all your secrets— longtallandcute
Submitted by: longtallandcute
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15
10
Janinvitation to lunch
invitation to lunch
Would you like, I said
to eat lunch with me
When what I meant was,
I want you
I want to lie with my cheek
pressing against your thigh
my lips brushing against you,
murmuring softly, sensuously
breath circulates your scent
penetrating you with poetry
tasting you, now spent,
on my teasing tongue
climb inside your skin
move above you
sobbing sigh
lids flutter
gasp and kiss
faces pressed
foreheads met
cheeks joined with sweatbut what I said was
where would you like to go to eat?
— longtallandcuteSubmitted by: longtallandcute
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5
30
DecMorocco
The train is rumbling, rumblingand we are stumbling, stumblingdown sultry gas lit hallsfingers skimming blue cardboard walls.It’s twenty seven drunken pacesfasten the door with your shoelacesfirst class to Marrakechtwo hundred miles douse my flesh.Kisses seasoned like a street bazaarvoices simmer from the dining carmy hand cups your mouthCasablanca headed south.And soon I am not your lovernot a wife or someone’s motherI am all the land your hands can seeand the little hills you climb inside of me.The curtains swell, blankets of ocean foamnative tongues from the hall will drown my moanthe open window speaks of country left to roam,but to go with you is to always be home.Darling, to go with you is to always be home.
