A poetic offering for Smutober today, I don’t write poetry often enough but I enjoy it when I do.
It started with his tie,
Looped simply round wrists pullllllllllllllled
tight.
And fed round the fret of the bed.
Immobilised I was free,
Orgasms rolled through
the pleasure of being taken
and used.
Released to enjoy
raw, bestial sex.
Every time I touch it,
Wrap it around his neck,
Over his shirt collar.
Tie it,
Draw it tight.
I smile.
The tie has a double life.
A double life indeed!
:)
ooh gorgeous, how very erotic!
Thank you :)