Waiting on my boyfriend…

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Confiscated

Obliterated

She says she love the way it

Infiltrates it

 

Taken by a storm

And whithered off away

Carried by on a magic carpet

And hurried to her pray

 

Patiently

Anticipating

She gathered all her might

For the fight was brewing

 

Drawn and afraid

Silence was what she paid

Thrusting her seed into his mouth

Feeling like a porno star

 

She said have you cum yet?

Because I’ve got my

Money shot she put it in

Pear necklace was to begin

 

The dragon whispered back

ever so softly

Honey go to bed

Cause that is one messed up dream

 

She pulled up her panties

And started to pretend

Just to appease the demon

That was in her head

 

Playing softly she wept

Crying for the her orgasm

That never was to cum

Still waiting on that dragon…

 

Steve was his name.

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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2 Responses to Waiting on my boyfriend…

  1. Ilya Horatio says:

    Man… There’s something about this genre 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  2. It definitely sells…

    Like

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