Waiting on my boyfriend…




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




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 her orgasm

That never was to cum

Still waiting on that dragon…


Steve was his name.

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…


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