No Touching

A tad mad, I say for a dreary man. I walk briskly through feathers careful not to disturb their peace. My eyes bulge slightly as I crawl into my skin fighting the urge. Entrapped, dare I whisper, and they are on to me. No comfort as devilish desires drip from my lips at the sight of them. I was told not to stare too long or they could keep me, prisoner, forever.
Damn!


I am weary and feeble as they draw me into their treacherous frame. Various colors spoil me rotten as they get close to me yet I am a fool.
Throw me away sweet desire, I don’t even deserve you!

I settled in my chair worried about those eyes taunting me.
Sharp green or sparkly brown read into me so deep I crumble. I look for a way in just to convey a few words then something pulls me back.


Why am I merely like this?


Please tear me away from this discomfort!


Blood pumping quickly I stand to my feet frozen as they surround me with their compact forms and tall weapons.

No! I won’t let you win this time.


I move quickly through their enchanted forest to reach the outside. For a moment, I am relieved then as I look towards the path forward, they come for me again.

My Baby

Jason loves to touch me. In the movies I sit on Jason’s lap like a good girl grinding on his cock. In the store he holds me from the back then puts his hands under my shirt. No one knows what he is doing but I know. Nipples become his playground as kisses fall upon my neck. Laying in bed, no matter the time he spreads my thighs. Thirsty for satisfaction he tongue kisses my pussy until I cream. I can barely sit at work without thinking of him. Throbbing at my desk I send him a quick text, saying meet me for lunch. No one could love better, this I know for sure. So when I drink his last bit of cum we become one. Then as others dress in jealousy I smile as he licks my ass from the back.