Rtf Stories

'Tis the day decreed from her throne; Where all must wear that sacred colour. A symbol of undying devotion, An offering of our love and lust. From dawn till dusk, we'll obey her word. Whether it be a sexy thong, A cheeky Frenchie or maybe even, A crimson crotch rope—feeling oh, so divine. Whate'er the choice, wet we shall be, But only one is allowed to satisfy need. No excuses; no exceptions; Absolutely no complaining! To...