It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
Your Song, Elton John
How does it feel to be the centerpiece, Kitten?
Sometimes I wonder when all these words stream out of me, knowing there is a woman that inspires it all, what you are feeling as the sweetest eyes go left to right, top to bottom.
Just sitting there and reading the words that pour out of my heart scribed with my libido, whether it be post of a soft-hearted nature like of late, or a “yank you by your hair and eat your pussy” until you curl up into a ball kind of post, it really doesn’t matter to me, because you are the muse behind it all.
Every “you”. Every “her”. Every “she”. There is a submissive goddess with a name behind it all.
I suppose not many people have this luxury or this tax, depending on how you look at it, but I know how you look at it, and it makes your heart warm and pussy wet knowing it.
I can’t help it; this is me.
My gift is my song, Kitten, and they are all for you.
So, I hope you don’t mind it when I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you’re in the world. Put that graceful head on my chest and let’s read some together. Scroll down and ask me what I was thinking when I wrote that one for you. Or the one below it. Or that one.
Tell me what it did to you. Come on, my ego needs some attention, in case you were wondering. Just plant your little body over here and you tell me all about it. I am not the cookie cutter version of my gender and you and I both know it, but I guess that makes two of us, doesn’t it?
So did those words get you wet, darling, knowing I was talking about you?
Remember how I mentioned my ego up there? It’s time I feed him for real. You know exactly how I do it too and you can bet your sweet little body I am going to bring everything including the kitchen sink at you like every other fuckin’ time, so just take that index finger, curl it up, and bite down on it.
The next time you are in my grasp, you can count on that Daddy is going to wreck you with the ambition of a prizefighter. Eating your pussy and bringing your clit to life with fingers inside you, making your G spot my toy, and when you start curling up and I just going to pin you down and push you right past and onto the next one.
I’ll make you squirt like you never knew you could fuck you better than you have ever known was possible, and you will be left in the fetal position when I am done with you. You will be left holding your pussy from the sheer magnitude of orgasms rocking you over and over and over, so many times you lost track and gave up counting a half hour ago.
I am a lit fuckin’ fuse and I have you in my sights so you better touch that pussy and think about me when you do it. Use the hand with the string on it.
I am not asking, little one.
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