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Mmmmmasochist: THE VOW
Mmmmmmmmmmmmasokisssssssssed
The cycle
Sickness
Sick
The crave
To the oral fix.
Late to the show
Takes the hand
A loud smack on her flesh
Breaking in a sting to her ass
Welting a rosy red glow.
Entrance to her heaven
Wetness
The bliss
Neural pathways light up
The goo in her brain
Becomes sweeter than the memory of his one time kiss.
Her heart races
Sweat begins to bead
His hand on her flesh
Her hunger
His need?
Needles in haystacks
Her sadist, her match
Lights her on fire
But to him
Just a snack.
Cold hard cement
Under bended knees
She’d include rocks
To dig in her flesh
Comfort discomfort
For her oral fixation
Grows louder to please.
Floating a high from His scent alone
In between his thighs
His solid throbbing cock
Her happy space
Under
Below his throne.
Decades to get here
To finally be properly used?
Pull of her hair
The torment of a hungry mouth hoping for that kiss
She’s just the toy
Nothing but the muse
For his amuse
Torturous fun time of bliss.
The hours to deliberately explore
His ridge
His tip
The scent of his balls
Worshiping his thighs
His sighs
And her pussy wets for more.
Crawl through cold mud
Scrape knees in the dirt
The physical pain pale comparison
To the empty after
Emotional hurt.
The high loud highs
fall to the low deafening silent lows
Flashbacks and failed memories
soon she sinks far below.
Next will follow
The never more
The never can haves,
Sent away
Exiled to her corner
He dismissed
His hungry devoted masochist.
The crash after the high is the familiar dark drop
His hitting
whipping
caning
The whispered cries
The few times she cried stop.
Still no match to the torment
To Her felt sense of abandonment
This is her darkness
The start of
her descent.
Often she runs to hide
She fights her fantasy
To be without him
She wills a sub’scide.
A brief message
A text he tests their waters
She raises her head
And Her feeble will
Totters
Fighting her fixation
He summons after her deep dark spiral
Thoughts of His cock quenching her dry mouth
somehow now becomes vital.
____begin now the chase of the high_
________to end this the pain_________
__________masochist her____________
____________sick cycle______________
______________round_______________
____________and round____________
____________and round____________
____________and round____________
____________and round____________
______________again_______________
Vow by TDSOM
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By bcomingundoneMmmmmasochist: THE VOW
Mmmmmmmmmmmmasokisssssssssed
The cycle
Sickness
Sick
The crave
To the oral fix.
Late to the show
Takes the hand
A loud smack on her flesh
Breaking in a sting to her ass
Welting a rosy red glow.
Entrance to her heaven
Wetness
The bliss
Neural pathways light up
The goo in her brain
Becomes sweeter than the memory of his one time kiss.
Her heart races
Sweat begins to bead
His hand on her flesh
Her hunger
His need?
Needles in haystacks
Her sadist, her match
Lights her on fire
But to him
Just a snack.
Cold hard cement
Under bended knees
She’d include rocks
To dig in her flesh
Comfort discomfort
For her oral fixation
Grows louder to please.
Floating a high from His scent alone
In between his thighs
His solid throbbing cock
Her happy space
Under
Below his throne.
Decades to get here
To finally be properly used?
Pull of her hair
The torment of a hungry mouth hoping for that kiss
She’s just the toy
Nothing but the muse
For his amuse
Torturous fun time of bliss.
The hours to deliberately explore
His ridge
His tip
The scent of his balls
Worshiping his thighs
His sighs
And her pussy wets for more.
Crawl through cold mud
Scrape knees in the dirt
The physical pain pale comparison
To the empty after
Emotional hurt.
The high loud highs
fall to the low deafening silent lows
Flashbacks and failed memories
soon she sinks far below.
Next will follow
The never more
The never can haves,
Sent away
Exiled to her corner
He dismissed
His hungry devoted masochist.
The crash after the high is the familiar dark drop
His hitting
whipping
caning
The whispered cries
The few times she cried stop.
Still no match to the torment
To Her felt sense of abandonment
This is her darkness
The start of
her descent.
Often she runs to hide
She fights her fantasy
To be without him
She wills a sub’scide.
A brief message
A text he tests their waters
She raises her head
And Her feeble will
Totters
Fighting her fixation
He summons after her deep dark spiral
Thoughts of His cock quenching her dry mouth
somehow now becomes vital.
____begin now the chase of the high_
________to end this the pain_________
__________masochist her____________
____________sick cycle______________
______________round_______________
____________and round____________
____________and round____________
____________and round____________
____________and round____________
______________again_______________
Vow by TDSOM
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