ridingwild:
she knelt in sweet obeisance
anticipating his every wish
before he knew it himself
in her sweet thigh highs
her hair braided to offer as reining holds
and the set of beads about her neck
so easily slicked and slipped into her taut pretty bottom
he would never know it was what she truly hungered for
she knew just how to make him think
every burning fever came from his lustful heart
easilyaroused:
She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles