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Muscles straining
Her body like a bow
My hand tangled in her hair
My teeth against the
Softness of her nipple
My finger still against her clit
As she desperately pushes
Her hips forward grinding
Her sopping center
Against my fingers
As I maul her nipple
Biting, pulling out with
My teeth while pulling
Her body back so she
Lets her weight hang
From cuffed wrists
Her hair in my fist
Pulling her head back and down
Until she cries out the sound
Muffled by the gag meeting tongue
Her moans and pleading make
Me hot as she begs for something
Anything to fill the aching vacuum
Of her need
Mine each thin burning mark,
The bruises purpling, the welts and
Stripes and the small blood dots
From the small sharp points that
Touched her so very softly. Yet
She is moaning my name against her gag,
Begging me to fill her now and my
Fingers enter hot wet tight
And I feel the clenching spasms
Of her satisfaction
She hangs limply in her bonds. Mine.
Copyright May 2002
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