Girl

You see, I’ve got this new girl and she's small and she curves like a glass.

She’s been telling me about all the things she likes and wants to do,

But what I want to do to her,

Might not be what she likes,

But I know she’ll try, because she seems good like that.

I want to tie her down, wrists and ankles shackled with a thin hard rope, cutting grooves into her flesh, making her distressed and uncomfortable. I want to see her on her back, with all the smooth skin laid out for me to touch.

I want to see fear flicker in her eyes when he raises his hand and threatens to hit her sensitive parts.

I want to see her split, smooth and hairless, red and pulsing like raw meat. I want to smell her sweetness and taste her skin. I want to bite and gnaw at her flesh and kiss and probe her holes and gaps. I want to make her ooze that sweet, white mess, all over my face and then make her lick it off.

I want to whisper in her ear. Beautiful sharp words. Cold and easy

“You are mine. You are ours, to do with, what we want”.

I want to know her penetrated, physically and in her head.

I want her to eat my mouth and cunt and tell me I taste delicious. I want her to know how important I am and how much it costs to please me... him and both of us. I want pleasure and pain and ecstasy and for her to feel far away, floating in a good warm place.

I want her to want it to end and feel like it never will.

I want her to say no, but really mean yes.

I want her to cry and be good and try very hard

But I know she’ll try, because she seems good like that.