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Arpig -> Sunday Afternoon (3/12/2011 2:26:54 PM)
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Sunday Afternoon
There really is no excuse
for sitting here hour after hour
but as hard as I try to leave
I just don't have the power.
But it's Sunday, and its a great day
to have you with me, taking our leisure,
but I have more on my mind today
so I'll roll you over and take my pleasure.
I don't want a well bred lady,
I want a well laid whore.
So put it into your mouth
do it right, and I'll do you some more.
And don't I love the way it looks
as your ass starts to turn red.
You should never have come here
or let me tie you to my bed.
But that's the price you pay
for being forward and bold,
a teasing tongue and probing fingers
stopping just short of your needed goal.
You don't look like such a lady
with your face pressed to the floor.
If you ask me nicely I'll
go in the back door.
Just a kiss of braided leather
up along the inside of your thighs.
Through the gag your screams
sound like happy little sighs.
You gave yourself over to me
You're mine now, I won't give it back,
so come to me when you need to,
when you long to hear the whip crack.
Then you can be my lady
and you can be my whore.
I love to see you cry, so
I'll shove it up your ass once more.
R. P. G.
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