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By greysky Date: 2001 Nov 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.23.22.59.25727]] |
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bound i have you now awaiting our agreement a single groan or cry of one little sound blind folded so you cannot see what fiendish torture i have for thee feathers light and air touch watched you squirm crack of bonded whip then caressed you with its white leather at this you quivered slow massage of baby oil left you entirely limp little bags of broken ice oh so strategically placed caused you to arch your back lovely in its shape sips of sweetest wine so you knew of which i poured drip by consuming drip slowly down thy form taste you for timelessness watching you slowly climb till the peak you almost reach to stop ...and wait to climb you once again to stop and wait over over again and now i set on back watch your dizzy smile as i plan on a new attack i still have hours left this night to make you cry to make you grown for when you make the softest sound tis my turn to be bound |