Tamed
Tamed by the beast,
he placed me on my stomach,
blowing softly in my ear,
so the pain would subside.
Soft gentle thrusts at first,
slow enough until my insides begged for more,
his chocolate love
invaded my vanilla,
thrusting,
and making me feel weak.
Tamed by the beast,
as he had total control,
might over might,
no music, no light,
just thrusting,
softly,
but so sweet,
softly,
and it repeats,
then rough,
until I’m tamed!
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