My Lovely One

Yesterday my lovely one
Sunk his dick inside me
Rootered 'bout till he was done
Left me there to wallow
Never once a whisper
Breathed into my ear
Nor were there sweet kisses
Bitten 'pon my neck
He simply took his rightful place
Where only he belongs
With business like precision
He swiftly sealed the deal
Showered, dressed and out the door
He continued with his day
My ass not but a pit stop
He'd made along the way

Lying in our bed alone
His musk still all around me
I wondered if he realized
How callous he could be
I wondered if he even knew
How I've come to spite him
Or the pain I've chose to harbor

Rousting self to rise
His stink still full inside me
I pad my way across the room
Careful not to spill
I purged myself of dirtied cum
Soaked in bloodied shit
A foulness washes over me
Bowels were on the move
With senses overloaded
Balls not yet been tapped
A pressure'd built that could not stop
Rumbled deep and low
A thick, wet load shot from my cock
Rocked me as I blew

Sitting there, upon the throne
Shit's done hit the water;
Cum's splat on the tiling
A silly smile slapped 'cross my lips
Was dizzy, dumb and happy
So thankful for my lovely one
Who deemed my pleasure worthy

RafaDe

Faggot Master

"Faggot Master Came to me

Sporting a fat pony

Stuck his penis up my pot

Claiming I was horny

Faggot Master do me now

Faggot Master saxin

Mind the tempo in and out

Hold off 'jaculation"

Faggot Master laid his crown
Heavy 'ginst my exit
Breathing heavy in my ear
He forced himself inside me
Inch by inch, by thickened inch
He breached my 'lastic ring
Ever moving forward
Burning all the way
He sheathed himself into my hearth
Cursing me his bitch

Reigning in my whoring hole
Faggot Master seized my gay
Poking, stroking...soaking me
Filled me full of cum
Finished, spent...he pulled from me
Slick with bottoms up
Wiped his cock along my crack
Left me there to ooze

"Faggot Master left me 'lone

Wet with his desire

Stuck my digit in my pot

Lapping up his mire

Faggot Master did me well  

Faggot Master bator 

Ass is open for his knock

If he wants me later"

RafaDe

I hate to be told what to do and have a horribly quick tongue, that often speaks when it's not warranted and would pro'ly find myself hogged tied upside down, if I didn't watch myself.   I.E, a slaves life is not for ME!!!  However, I cannot tell a lie (well, I can. Quiet well, actually, but in this case, I won't).  The idea of being physically manhandled and mastered is a huge fantasy of mine.  Mark and I are physical with each other, often sparring for dominance and the sweet spoils that cum with it.  Yet, neither of us have the true mentality to be a slave or a master, though we each have parts of both.

I'd love to write a more true to life master/slave poem, but can't find the words, as it's not a true experience of mine.  I think the closest I've come is a post I did some time ago for a true sweetheart of a man, (Spartan, was his name) that you can read HERE.

Do any of you out there have a similar fantasy or true to life experience on either side of the master/slave scenario?  If so, I'd love to hear your horny thoughts.