sabato 5 aprile 2014

Happy Hour. Prose for Pros 31

The Tear


It often signifies sadness, grief
The badge of sorrow
But today no. Tonight
It slid down my cheek
A sign of gratitude
A sign of happiness
Pure bliss

It is what an energetic, exploring cock
Can bring
A tear of joy, slowly falling
I rode him to excess
I pushed him deeper and deeper inside
And it felt good
It felt oh so good

I moved my cunt to envelop every
Bit of his manhood
Slipping
Squelching
Sometimes, slow but more often
Grinding out my pleasure
My pleasure

The tear was real
It stained my cheek
With a salty rivulet
The tear was unreal
It came from the pst
And it was a deposit
For my future

For days when I
No longer ride majestic cocks
But can still feel the majestic tear
Still smell his sex
Still feel his thrusts and my response
A tear of joy
Thank you



If anyone wants to make me cry get in touch.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

0039 3281769818

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