Doing the Wrong Thing
I, feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I, feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel aliveLately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming ‘bout the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin’ hard
Said no more counting dollars
We’ll be counting stars
Well hello, Miss Tumblr.
Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep. I’ve been dreaming about all the dirty things that I just might do to your delicate little body. Did you develop the courage to let the Blog come to life for you yet?
Well come sit on my lap, kitten. Tell Daddy all about it.
I hope you don’t mind, ya’ know. Me and all my dirty thoughts, that is?
I kinda like to imagine that you prefer me in this state of mind, planning and preparing to mentally and physically unwrap your sexuality like it is Christmas morning.
So why don’t you just do me a favor, Miss Tumblr?
Go ahead and slide those feminine fingertips under your shirt and squeeze those beautiful breasts for me, closing your eyes and imagining that they are my firm, masculine hands.
Gripping your tits like I own you, knowing all the while that your pussy is flooding you with new juices like I just squeezed a sponge between your legs.
Imagining a man, who just this morning trimmed his beard and shaved his head with a razor, tanned from weekend in the sun, peering up at you with an intense hazel iris and black pupils syphoning out your soul, as your lean back and spread your legs and feel the saliva of my tongue meeting your clit and lips.
His focus, unbroken.
His intentions, all sinister.
His ambition, is to make you feel alive like you have never felt alive in your life. Flooding you with pain and pleasure blended together so perfectly that you don’t know the difference anymore.
Orgasms flooding you in rapid succession and just as you believe he is going to ease up on you, your body surprises you with another endorphin rush that cripples you to your very foundation. Coming back up for air, you fall apart all over again.
G spot coming to life and your neck gets squeezed just as you thought this was almost over. Meanwhile, he is fully clothed still and hasn’t even broken a sweat.
You see his shirt come off. Then his pants. Boxer briefs and white Hanes tank on the man your just gave half a dozen orgasms to and you see something in his eyes that just downright scares the hell out of you.
Two fingers inside you and up into your G spot as he wedges his cock inside your pussy and you are stretched to the brink in pure ecstasy. His fingertips never let up and then his other hand focuses on your clit and you explode like the 4th of July.
Cumming together and you feel him unload what feels like a gallon of warmth inside you, spilling out of you and you have no concern for trying to wipe it up.
So, Miss Tumblr. Touch for me.
Just touch.
Sharp Dressed Dom 