PN Doing It For Daddy !

Keep my secret.

Bashful.

Ashamed glances.

Untried fingers moving cautiously.

Uncontrolled emotions running away.

You weren't sure at first.

You didn't know if you liked the curves and hills of my body.

My body.

It is yours.

And you know it.

You must like it.

Desire to know its secret pleasures.

Why the guilt?

Is that your game or mine?

Must every lipstick smear?

And nylon run?

Wring out my youth?

My inexperience?

I have my needs.

But there is no one with soft-spoken words.

Just you, my reaper of guilt.

Eventually the sins I sow will be commonplace.

Then what will you do?

Give in?

In.

A word that meant many insignificant things.

But now?

Secret warm places.

Tingling, arousing.

Melting my body.

Bathing my thoughts with unscented oils.

In.

Put it in.

Stop.

Don't take it out, keep it in.

How strange, hard is pleasure.

In, an oasis of delight in a dry, unfeeling world.

In another planet, another time.

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