Gathering my wicked thoughts together
Store some wickedness deep inside
Roses are red
Marie's delightful secret now known
Her own personal landscaper
Where curls no longer are grown
MAA often considers
A Kajira mark on my thigh
But caution currently prevails
Lest the vanilla world ask why?
Yet the place most revealing
If one were really to try
All can readily be seen
In the wicked glint in my eye
morphing into a bartender keep the drinks rolling, as these Gents swap naughty tales
With permission, i will kneel and serve Master and the Marquis drinks
i'd adore to experience all of Master At Arms' wickedness, no passing by this cheeky submissive
Roses are red
So many tushes a'wiggling
Enticing the Dominants
The gals are all giggling
As one who has felt it
i can't help but advise
The swish of the crop
will bring tears to your eyes
It is such a fine line
Between pleasure and pain
In a special relationship
Both can from this gain
Playful times are important
Deep desires and real yearning
So long as there's after care
For the spankings you're earning
Together we shall cum explosively
Aloof
(hard when there are two doubles - well done Moll)
Switching and feeling the crop swish through the air
Would you like some dipping sauces?
Big breasts can be quite hypnotizing.
Softly jiggling they're so tantalizing
With a tweak and a bite
Young Maisie was pleasantly plump
The crop fell oft' upon her rump
Demons...with angelic smiles
Leather or lace?
i am going to beg Kiera to share her coffee with me
True
You like your Martini stirred, not shaken.
Another elf, Maisie, was spying
And in herself a toy was trying
It buzzed and vibrated
Until her urges were sated