Free me

Strip me of name

Of clothing

Of my good sense

Touch me so that I can feel free

Let your pleasure  be my pleasure

Free me

I beg you

Please

So many hours

Dressed in a mask

So much make up and  propriety

I want to be slutty  and free

I want  to be lascivious and lecherous

I want to be that whore

I want to be that  distraction

I want  to pretend not to notice how the men’s eyes 

And some women’s  follow me when I walk into a room

I want  to  feel  your blood harden  in all those sensitive places

Making your skin tender  and sensitive to be touched

I want to feel your breath in my ear

As you whisper things…

Dirty things…

That summons that throaty chuckle out of me

You know the one…

Don’t play coy.  

You know exactly the chuckle I am referring to.

It's the one .. that makes that darkness glint in your eyes.

Oh please, free me.  

I am the hidden desire you crave

I am  the lust  that  breathes  your blood red when  you are cut with a  blade or a whip

That sweet sting

That  burning  thing

Aching inside you. 

Making you restless

Making you squirm

And yearn

I am that vacancy of mind. 

As your hands go between my thighs

Or down your pants

It's so eager to please

It's why cocks are my favorite thing

Cunts have their place,  don’t get me wrong

But  nothing can replace the joy I feel

Watching  that  cock rise, so eager

Like standing at attention…

And how  I mount it

Feel it pulse inside me.

That is what it means to be free

To  be a slave only to my  own desires and whims

Seeking pleasure  like it was my  only mission in life

Feeding  beautiful women  strawberries  as my fingers

Drum against their greedy, little clits. 

Or  sucking my juices off the still hard cock

That just blew  a ginormous sticky load  

I can feel dripping out of my folds and  onto my thighs
 

So.   

You know where to find me, don’t you?

You haven’t forgotten?

Cos I have been positively rotten,  disobedient and naughty

And I need a big strong  cock, and  deep cunt 

To pour my soul into.

Crucibled into something meek and mild

By the gush and clench of that orgasmic

Knave fucking his wench

And then.  

Once  I am liberated

And  night bleeds into morning

I will fly away

Free. 

As a nightingale.

Only to be found,  when the moon rises again

Fresh as  dark midnight sin

Brewed Special Vintage’  Stored to be Devoured

Guzzle;  Gurgle;  Gulp;   Moan.  Oh, Sweet,  sweet moan.  

Savored.