A short poem about true stuff 😉
Gloves and Rope – Black and White
Gloved, Tied and Waiting
He washed the rope before the hayloft The gloves feel smooth on his cock I gather my hands together and stand as solid as a rock His belt lands swiftly across my back His whispers are in my ear My body shivers in anticipation My breathing shortens with fear We finish curled up together The rope and gloves on the floor My head settles on his chest My arse is feeling raw!
More rope posts – More poems 😉
Originally entered into wicked Wednesday – slightly updated for TMA
I love this image. The femininity of the gloves with their jewels works so well with the white rope. And the poem works really well with it. Missy x
Thanks Missy – some early work of mine 😉 xx
Love the image and the words go very nicely with it 🙂
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday. I hope to read and see a lot more of you!
Rebel xox
Yes, it seems to have captured some wickedness quite well!
Oh yay for this! I love rope, and the gloves just add so much to this picture