AI art by me

Silky smoothness beneath my palm,

Virgin flesh goes on and on,

Rounded rump and sloping back,

Curves of Danger on this Track.

Holding still beneath my touch,

Except for shivers as I brush,

Fingernails on back of thighs,

That elicits illicit sighs,

As desired, up she thrusts,

Body begging as it must,

For violation or intrusion,

Pounded until sore and bruising,

Ridden til she cannot see,

If I’m one of if I’m three.

Taken past the very brink,

Pushed to where she cannot think,

Soon to beg with tears in eyes,

May she take the wanted prize?

For she knows how it must be,

Her pleasures all belong to me.

Strong and forceful in her world,

Here she kneels, submissive girl.

Yet she’ll be the first to say,

She won’t come another way,

Not as hard and not as long,

Not with such a throaty song,

As she sings as I relent,

And let her scream until she’s spent.

Shuddering, shaking, in my arms,

Thanking, praising all my charms.

Her soft prayer to me casts,

“This was better than the last.”

Master Grey 4/26/25