It is so very hard to look away when a man's masculinity is on display, at play a thousand times a day holding me in sway, until upon him I prey. Or until another one has me undone unsprung, my sharp tongue unwrung. And suddenly I'm once again chasing the frictions of my predilections. And the inflictions of my indomitable conflictions have got me dreaming, and scheming about a strong man that needs a good reaming until mad with desire he finds he's finally creaming that seething. But don't forget, it's me that still teething. So, soon I'll find another one, that fits like a glove all the fantasies I've yet to dream of conceive of. Could this be real love, with his perfect eyes and tender thighs? A variety of sighs he'd realizse if only he'd give in to my particular brand of sin. Or until another one's caught my eye as he passes on by and with a wink and a slink and suddenly I can't think. So, I follow and tell him that I'll happily swallow all em pretty lies with my most inglorious cries. X © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved.
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